Slumlord

A puke shade of brown
A vague sense of purpose
I am slumlord I don't have to work
I do what I want
I go where I want to
Long as you pay the tab
I don't mind just scraping by

And by
Now the walls are closing in on us
We're trapped like mice
Trying to stumble our way out of this maze
Who is left to help clean up this mess
We have too many sins to confess

The well's runnin' dry
The carpets are soaking up our memories by the half pint
I leave when I want
I'm afraid to come back
To more holes in my walls
Always patching, scraping by
And by

Everyone I know is here right now
My worlds collide oh no
Like a space garbage asteroid
The end is near and no one sheds a tear
As we burn up in the atmosphere

Let's blow up everything that we find out in the yard
Boats and buckets rusted cars
Dead birds records it's gone too far
Sincere apologies to those who may end up burned
In our dumpster fire

I think it's time you go
You've outstayed your welcome
And you've drained my soul dry
Here's the water bill goodbye
And by

Now the walls are closing in on us
We're trapped like mice
Trying to stumble our way out of this maze
Who is left to help clean up this mess
We have too many sins to confess

I clearly don't know better
The lord of slum I'm not