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OLD, BATTERED BUILDING, READY TO CONDEMN |
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HIGH-VALUED PROPERTY, EXPENSIVE PIECE OF LAND |
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HALF-FILLED WITH TENANTS, ALL POOR ON WELFARE |
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NO HEAT OR ELECTRICITY, AND SLUMLORD DOESN'T CARE |
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SLUMLORD DOESN'T CARE, SLUMLORD DOESN'T CARE |
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MILLIONS IN INSURANCE COVERS THE WRECKED LOT |
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AND A WEEK TILL IT'S CONDEMNED IS ALL SLUMLORD'S GOT |
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HE ENTERS THE BASEMENT WITH THREE GALLONS OF GAS |
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AND FOUR HOURS LATER, THERE'S NOTHING LEFT BUT ASH |
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SLUMLORD DOESN'T CARE, SLUMLORD DOESN'T CARE |
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THE NEWPAPER'S ALL READ, "FORTY DIE IN THE BLAZE" |
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SLUMLORD NOW THINKS THAT CRIME REALLY PAYS |
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AND TWO YEARS LATER, A SKYSCRAPER APPEARS |
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WITH A PLAQUE IN THE MEMORY OF THE FORTY THAT DIED HERE |
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SLUMLORD DOESN'T CARE, SLUMLORD DOESN'T CARE |
