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There’s a cold wind blowing through the old east side

And it cuts with the devils’s curse

They' re turning our people into the streets

While the landlords 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 invited the world to come and stay

And celebrate the fair

I wonder if the world will understand

The homeless walking there

I’m alright, Jack, and how about you?

Gonna catch me a wave that’s rolling through

And turn a trick or two

I’m alright, Jack, no flies on me

I’m within my rights, my conscience clear

I am the profiteer

The sign says closed for renovations, this is a con we all see through

It spreads like a poison through the town, monkey see and monkey do

Turn your slum into a mine squeeze them hard for every dime

The people will paint you criminals, but you just can' t see the crime

They' re all bastards with no morals

Overcome by a pitiful greed

For years they’ve taken rent from the tenants

Now they bite the hand that feeds

Easily turned a blind eye to all pain and despair

And I hope when the rush is over that their gold mines all stand bare

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