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I'm reading e-mails from my landlord, I want to bash my head into his skull
so the blood that's rushing to it has somewhere else to go
if I read one more line about how you take your commitments seriously
I'm gonna blow my fucking brains out,
but not before I burn your house to the ground

So don't call me gentleman and don't threaten me with bullshit fines
you greedy bastard don't e-mail me your blatant shitty lies
and don't send your junky plumber or your cracked out landscape thieving spies
to impress the tenants parents and to cover up your apathy and neglect
I hope your car gets in a wreck

And when the paramedics come and pull your charred but breathing
body from the wreckage of your Cadillac Escalade
I hope they have to amputate your right leg and you're confined to a wheelchair for the rest of your penny pinching miserable fucking life

(breathe)

I'm reading emails from my landlord's son I want to bash my head in with a brick
all this condescension from a soft-skulled cave man makes me want to be sick
it's no wonder why your books are all in disaray so send another email telling me how many months I haven't payed

I'd like to take my tin snips to your fingers one by one so you're forced to listen to yourself as you dictate to your retard son
did you drop him on the pavement some long time ago
or was the damage self inflicted after doing all that blow

I just don't want to live under a fucking fascist
fish dick licking Slocum slum lord for another god damned year
I'd rather spend the next ten years running from a court ordered eighteen hundred dollar judgement than give you one more motherfucking dime
or give you anymore of my time
I hope your house burns down to the ground

and when the smoke clears
they will find a couple kilos worth of cocaine in the cabinets
so your slug spawn of a son who's fault it probably was goes back to jail
and I hope that all your pets die, and your insurance policy doesn't cover arson,
if you deserve it.

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from Cats on Edwards are the Hardest, released July 22, 2016

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