Saturday, June 21, 2014

Extraordinary Discourse 178


A Libertine's Microbrew






there's a cold wind blowin' through the old east side
it cuts with the devil's curse
they're turning our people into the streets, while
the landloards line their purse
with the greenback dollar of the tourist trade
there's a fortune to be had
make way for the out-of-towners, for
the tenants it's just too bad
this appears to be their attitude.
kick 'em until they're down
they're only welfare cases and
pensioners and they're easily pushed around
we've invited the world to come and stay
and celebrate the fair
i wonder if the world will understand
the homeless walkin' there.
i'm alright jack, and how 'bout you?
i'm gonna catch this wave that's rollin' through
and turn a trick or two
i'm alright jack, no flies on me!
i'm within my rights, my conscience is clear
i am the profiteer
Spirit Of The West - Profiteers