Lyrics

Old, battered building, ready to condemn High-Valued property, expensive piece of land Half-Filled with tenants, all poor on welfare No heat or electricity, and slumlord doesn't care Slumlord doesn't care Slumlord doesn't care Millions in insurance covers the wrecked lot And a week till it's condemned is all slumlord's got He enters the basement with three gallons of gas And four hours later, there's nothing left but ash Slumlord doesn't care Slumlord doesn't care The newspaper's all read, "Forty die in the blaze" Slumlord now thinks that crime really pays And two years later, A skyscraper appears With a plaque in the memory of the forty that died here Slumlord doesn't care Slumlord doesn't care