So Much Water So Close To Home

So Much Water So Close To Home If it’s raining the ceiling’s probably leaking A landlord is a parasitic cretin He’s exploiting a system keeping Social mobility stagnant i’m spitting Mad at giving half of my yearly income to some cunt That won’t come and fix shit that’s broken He’s providing a service to no-one We’re priced out of owning the places we call home While he swans about in his Beemer Being a baby boomer at his villa all winter While we shiver around storage heaters The boiler is fucked and i can’t feed the meter Can’t feed my hunger, on the pittance that i earn I support his lifestyle he supports Osbourne They’ll never reform buy-to-lets coz it’s not in their interests “screw those that aren’t born yet” [no longer posh] We could enforce a living wage Instead of paying housing benefit to subsidize the inflated Rates the landlord takes What he saved way back in the day accumulates Through no merit at all but his name on a page He won’t return your calls coz he’s nothing to say He’s nothing to contribute, nothing to actually create And yet everything to gain I wonder how swiftly he’d pay for a plumber If it was his kitchen knee-deep in water I wonder how much rent he charged his daughter 3 years at Loughborough while i’m painted in a corner Fuck off