Litigation Lyrics
| Song | Litigation |
| Artist | The Tossers |
| Album | Long Dim Road |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Here once was a wee shop that an Irishman bought | |
| In America, tried and true | |
| But imports were scarce when they audit your wares | |
| They keep you in court, is it racist or an easy target | |
| Well, it's you! | |
| Landlord, landlord, I.O.U. | |
| Everyone should see this too | |
| Landlord, landlord, thoughtless scum | |
| Me duckin’ bullets, lazy bum | |
| Lock me out take most of my things | |
| Smash the rest in the street as tenacy sings | |
| Landlord, I hate you and I hate this place | |
| I hate this fuckin's city, nothing left for me to grace | |
| All the tenants rush to collect my things | |
| Cigarette walking down the road and I start to sing | |
| Landlord won’t renew my lease | |
| Pissin’ everybody off as their rents increase | |
| No grants of funds as promised | |
| And this job’s for the fuckin' birds | |
| How the hell can I get out of here | |
| Well, it sure ain’t flippin' burgers | |
| Grown to accept the system and work within the state, but struggling | |
| Begging for a check instead of my productivity is quite irate | |
| Being scared into believing that we have to make it on our own | |
| Accomplishment measured by how much crap we own | |
| Like trusting that with hard work all the senators made it there | |
| Without the help of midnight basketball and the support of the British Air | |
| I’m Irish, not white American male, it's not the same | |
| You try biking on through the West Side just to pay your rent in the rain | |
| Looking out the window to see who has the power | |
| Is it the whites or blacks or just the gun tower? | |
| And we still, we still, we still pay all our dues | |
| We still pay all our homage by ignorning their good news | |
| And we still, we still, we pledge allegiance there | |
| When someone’s almost paid the mortgage, till the system drops its snare |
| Here once was a wee shop that an Irishman bought | |
| In America, tried and true | |
| But imports were scarce when they audit your wares | |
| They keep you in court, is it racist or an easy target | |
| Well, it' s you! | |
| Landlord, landlord, I. O. U. | |
| Everyone should see this too | |
| Landlord, landlord, thoughtless scum | |
| Me duckin' bullets, lazy bum | |
| Lock me out take most of my things | |
| Smash the rest in the street as tenacy sings | |
| Landlord, I hate you and I hate this place | |
| I hate this fuckin' s city, nothing left for me to grace | |
| All the tenants rush to collect my things | |
| Cigarette walking down the road and I start to sing | |
| Landlord won' t renew my lease | |
| Pissin' everybody off as their rents increase | |
| No grants of funds as promised | |
| And this job' s for the fuckin' birds | |
| How the hell can I get out of here | |
| Well, it sure ain' t flippin' burgers | |
| Grown to accept the system and work within the state, but struggling | |
| Begging for a check instead of my productivity is quite irate | |
| Being scared into believing that we have to make it on our own | |
| Accomplishment measured by how much crap we own | |
| Like trusting that with hard work all the senators made it there | |
| Without the help of midnight basketball and the support of the British Air | |
| I' m Irish, not white American male, it' s not the same | |
| You try biking on through the West Side just to pay your rent in the rain | |
| Looking out the window to see who has the power | |
| Is it the whites or blacks or just the gun tower? | |
| And we still, we still, we still pay all our dues | |
| We still pay all our homage by ignorning their good news | |
| And we still, we still, we pledge allegiance there | |
| When someone' s almost paid the mortgage, till the system drops its snare |
| Here once was a wee shop that an Irishman bought | |
| In America, tried and true | |
| But imports were scarce when they audit your wares | |
| They keep you in court, is it racist or an easy target | |
| Well, it' s you! | |
| Landlord, landlord, I. O. U. | |
| Everyone should see this too | |
| Landlord, landlord, thoughtless scum | |
| Me duckin' bullets, lazy bum | |
| Lock me out take most of my things | |
| Smash the rest in the street as tenacy sings | |
| Landlord, I hate you and I hate this place | |
| I hate this fuckin' s city, nothing left for me to grace | |
| All the tenants rush to collect my things | |
| Cigarette walking down the road and I start to sing | |
| Landlord won' t renew my lease | |
| Pissin' everybody off as their rents increase | |
| No grants of funds as promised | |
| And this job' s for the fuckin' birds | |
| How the hell can I get out of here | |
| Well, it sure ain' t flippin' burgers | |
| Grown to accept the system and work within the state, but struggling | |
| Begging for a check instead of my productivity is quite irate | |
| Being scared into believing that we have to make it on our own | |
| Accomplishment measured by how much crap we own | |
| Like trusting that with hard work all the senators made it there | |
| Without the help of midnight basketball and the support of the British Air | |
| I' m Irish, not white American male, it' s not the same | |
| You try biking on through the West Side just to pay your rent in the rain | |
| Looking out the window to see who has the power | |
| Is it the whites or blacks or just the gun tower? | |
| And we still, we still, we still pay all our dues | |
| We still pay all our homage by ignorning their good news | |
| And we still, we still, we pledge allegiance there | |
| When someone' s almost paid the mortgage, till the system drops its snare |
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)