my heat is out -- you don't return my calls
 the snow is drifted up -- i can't get my mail
 my faith in mankind is beginning to fail...
 ..kind of like my washer and my dryer
 the latter of which sets my clothes on fire
 evil, evil man -- i'm under your spell
 but everybody knows you're the landlord from hell
 i can't believe the things that you're doing to me
 i can't believe the rotten things you've done to me
 my windows don't close and my sinks don't drain
 on a sunny day my roof can't keep out the rain
 find a buyer and i'm ready to sell
 but i'll be sure to tell the suckers you're a landlord from hell
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 the floor is buckled, the furnace belches smoke
 when i turn on the faucet i'm sure to get soaked
 the outlets aren't grounded, i always get a shock
 upwards around fourteen hundred kilowatts
 i pay my bills and nothing gets done
 you're a sadomasochist who thinks it's fun
 you're an evil man, you ain't norman fell
 that's why landlord i'll see you in hell