Lyrics:
There's a cold wind blowing through the old east sideand it cuts with the devils's curseThey' re turning our people into the streetswhile the landlords line their purseWith the greenback dollar of the tourist tradethere's a fortune to be hadMake way for the out-of-townersfor the tenants it's just too badThis appears to be their attitude, kick'em until they're downThey' re only welfare cases and pensionersand they're easily pushed aroundWe invited the world to come and stayand celebrate the fairI wonder if the world will understandthe homeless walking thereI'm alright, Jack, and how about you?Gonna catch me a wave that's rolling throughand turn a trick or twoI'm alright, Jack, no flies on meI'm within my rights, my conscience clearI am the profiteerThe sign says closed for renovations, this is a con we all see throughIt spreads like a poison through the town, monkey see and monkey doTurn your slum into a mine squeeze them hard for every dimeThe people will paint you criminals, but you just can' t see the crimeThey' re all bastards with no moralsovercome by a pitiful greedFor years they've taken rent from the tenantsnow they bite the hand that feedsEasily turned a blind eye to all pain and despairAnd I hope when the rush is over that their gold mines all stand bare