Slumlord Crocodile (115 E. 3rd St​.​)

Wake the sky

Burn up the chaparral

Light in on fire

Break the horizon line

Sca'er the travelers

Birds on the wire

When I survey the city

From my perch upon a hill

There are dark buildings

Shrouded in fog, shrouded in still

I would lay it all to ruin

I would alchemize it all to sand

I would watch the metropolis crumble

To prove that I'm your man

End this jag

Of anger and loneliness

Of failure at peace

Fill the bo'le and soak the rag

Don’t limit collateral

Ignite for release!

I would set it all to flame

I would set it all to flame

And the laborers will crawl out

Of the smoking windows

And they won’t know who to blame

And they won’t know who to blame

And the slumlords will be

Crocodiles before the council

When the coastline’s turned to ashes

And the movie stars have run away

I will build my love a castle

And there we two shall stay

And if anyone should trespass

I’ll have rigged it through with wire

That the slightest false disturbance

Would turn our palisade into a pyre

I would set it all to flame

I would set it all to flame

And the laborers will crawl out

Of the smoking windows

And they won’t know who to blame

And they won’t know who to blame

And the slumlords will be

Crocodiles before the council