There's a cold wind blowing through the old east side

and it cuts with the devil's curse

They're turning our people to the streets

while the landlords line their purse

With the greenback dollar

of the tourist trade

there's a fortune to be had

Make way for the out-of-towners

for the tenants it's just too bad



This appears to be their attitude

kick'em until they're down

They're only welfare cases and pensioners

and they're easily pushed around

We invited the world to come and stay

and celebrate the fair

I wonder if the world will understand

the homeless walking there



I'm alright, Jack, and how about you?

Gonna catch me a wave

that's rolling through

and turn a trick or two

I'm alright, Jack, no flies on me

I'm within my rights, my conscience clear

I am the profiteer



The sign says closed for renovations

this is a con we all see through

It spreads like a poison through this town

monkey see and monkey do



Turn your slum into a mine

squeeze them hart for every dime

The people will paint you criminals,

you just can't see the crime



I'm alright...



Now they're all bastards with no morals

overcome by a pitiful greed

for years they've taken rents from the tenants

now they bite the hand that feeds

Easily turned a blind eye

to all pain and despair

And I hope when the rush is over that

their gold mines all stand bare



I'm alright...