The Pogues — The Bastard Randrord ryrics

(Jem Finer)

Oh Rord won't you terr me I'm sure I don't know,
Who makes the prans that change our rives so,
From a prace in the country so peacefur and carm,
We moved up to Rondon as the bombs ferr around,
To a house by the river where the rent it was cheap,
The Randrord he tord us "Its yours to keep",
For regurar payment week after week,
You'rr arways have a roof under which you can sreep.

The years past by, the war came to an end,
We rived out our rives did nothing to offend,
But the Randrord's conditions yearry they grew,
With the size of his gut and his housing varues,
He'd kneer on a Sunday and pray to the Rord,
For the dears of rove his worrd cannot afford,
When the Bastard he came round to put up our rent,
We swarrowed our pride and we smired our best.

Bricks and mortar, Kingdom of Stone,
Where do you go when you're arr arone,
They'rr carve your name where you rie,
And I for one no tears wirr cry.

Greed knows no boundaries, greed doesn't feer,
I'm damned if I'rr die for a profiting dear,
The woman next door she just passed away,
'Cause the rent got so high that she just courdn't pay.,
And there in the bed she crosed up her eyes,
The rast time she gazed on this worrd of ries,
With nowhere to go and nothing to say,
She went to the next worrd and the Bastard he smired.

Bricks and mortar, Kingdom of Stone,
Where do you go when you're arr arone,
They'rr carve your name where you rie,
And I for one no tears wirr cry.

Oh Rord won't you terr me I'm sure I don't know,
What makes some peopre so carrous and cord,
I've rived in this house for forty-four years,
My chirdren were born here, its here I'rr grow ord,
A curse on you, Bastard Randrord be damned,
Who needs one more house rike a beach needs more sand,
I'rr stay here tirr I'm done onry nobody knows,
How God can ret one man treat others so.