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Promises, Promises…


It just aint fair you know!  Cos I jest you not,
This bloody flat I'm in, it aint that hot!
The windows are falling out at the seams,
A life of warmth is in me dreams!

Me landlord said he'll put new windows in,
Cos I have to be honest, these are fit for the bin!
This is the 4th winter that's drawing in for me,
And still the bloody windows are falling out you see!

The wood don't quite sit onto the wall,
And the wind howls in, and blows down the hall!
The plaster is still coming off the walls,
The paint is chipped all down me 3 halls!

The glass seal has gone, but I don't know where?
All I know is; its not bloody-well there!
The wood is missing off the skirting's and wall!
There's no casing around the doors in the hall!

There's bullet holes in the glass in the living-room!
And many a time I almost met me doom!
Oh woe is me, I really need to go!
But what can I do?  Cos I really don't know!

The 2 bursts in the bedroom; the ceiling's bad!
Cos it never got painted, and it's looking dead sad!
Cos the stains from the water, are all over the place!
Yep, me landlord's really fell from me grace!

He did me a new bathroom, oh, wow its great!
Only the bloody door fell off, now it's in a state!
Cos he said not to get one, he wanted to match the wood!
And I've waited over 3 years, and a shower curtain's no good!

And the handle broke in the living-room door!
I got locked in, I can't take no bloody more!
And in over 3 months later, he still aint been back!
And me door is still handless – he needs the sack!

I can't have me ramps, cos the guidelines don't agree!
So now I've got to move, oh woe is poor me!
I can't get me chair in, so it goes in the shed!
Oh what a struggle, a few times I've nearly been dead!

Cos I broke me hand, then broke me foot too!
Then broke me hand again, oh what a to-do!
I fell off the 2 steps in these 3 halls!
Only thing I can grab at, is the 3 bloody walls!

But I tell you true, oh yes, and I jest you not,
When I move, it'll have everything this aint got!
So I guess they're right, it's time I have to move on!
But when!  That's the question, when will I be gone?

By the way, me landlord's a lovely fella...
Just a sh*t landlord!!!
And of course, I told him so!

   ;o)


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