Screwed

Friends of ours, after having moved to London, found themselves stuck in a hellhole of an apartment. And utterly cheap landlords who refused to fix anything. And siilverfish in the flat. And threats of lawsuits and litigation flying back and forth. And having the owner of the rathole reside next door. And having said owner be one of the members of Spandau Ballet. Yes, that Spandau Ballet, of "True" fame:

After slowly realizing one of the architects of the soundtrack of my teenage years was now a slumlord and knowing nothing about UK rental legislation, I wrote the following from the POV of our friend as some sort of consolation. Enjoy.

To be sung to the tune of "True", what else?

"Screwed"

Huh huh huh hu-uh huh

So screwed funny how it seems
want rent in time, but never found for leaks
hole in the wall from steel toed shoe
this is the sound of the slum
hear all that sound

I lost my ticket to the world
so now I am stuck in this hell
why do i find crap in my sewer line?
oh the slumlord has got to be paid

Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
I know this much I'm screwed
Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
It's no good I'm screwed

With some booze in my hand and pills on my tongue
there's all that noise that has just begun
listening to neighbors (all night long)
this is the sound of the slum
hear all that sound

Roaches scurrying in my pants
they have minds of their own
take your filthy hands off my washing line
yeah the truth must be known

Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
I know this much I'm screwed
Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
It's no good I'm screwed

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- March 27, 2009 10:04 PM // Music