Old battered building
Ready to condemn
High valued property
Expensive piece of land
Half fill with tenants
All poor on welfare
No heat or electricity
And slumlord doesn't care
Slumlord doesn't care
Millions in insurance
Covers the wrecked lot
And a week till it's condemned
Is all slumlord's got
He enters the basement
With three gallons of gas
And four hours later
There's nothing but ash
Slumlord doesn't care
The newspaper's all read
Forty die in the blaze
Slumlord now thinks
That crime really pays
And two years later
A skyscraper appears
With a plaque in the memory
Of the forty that died here
Doesn't care
