Slumlord Crocodile (115 E. 3rd St.) Lyrics - The Ambassador - Gabriel Kahane

Wake the sky! 

Burn up the chaparral, 

Light it on fire! 

Break the horizon line! 

Scatter the travelers, 

Birds on the wire. 

When I survey the city 

From my perch upon a hill, there are dark buildings 

Shrouded in fog, shrouded in still. 

I would lay it all to ruin, 

I would alchemize it all to sand, 

I would watch metropolis crumble 

To prove that I'm your man. 

End this jag 

Of anger and loneliness, 

Of failure at peace. 

Fill the bottle and soak the rag; 

Don't limit collateral - 

Ignite for release! 

I would set it all to flame, 

I would set it all to flame, 

And the laborers will crawl out 

Of the smoking windows, 

And they won't know who to blame, 

And they won't know who to blame, 

And the slumlords will be 

Crocodiles before the council. 

When the coastline's turned to ashes 

And the movie stars have run away, 

I will build my love a castle 

And there we two shall stay. 

And if anyone should trespass, 

I'll have it rigged through with wire 

That the slightest false disturbance 

Would turn our palisade to a pyre.