Gabriel Kahane - Slumlord Crocodile (115 E. 3rd St.) lyrics

Wake the sky! Burn up the chaparral, Light it on fire! Break the horizon line! Scatter 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 metropolis crumble To prove that I'm your man. End this jag Of anger and loneliness, Of failure at peace. Fill the bottle 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 trespa**, I'll have it rigged through with wire That the slightest false disturbance Would turn our palisade to a pyre.