The Landlord

Well, I just don't like that landlord, cause he's listening to everything I say

He knows the ups and downs of all my dealings, and he looks at me in a funny way

Well, it ain't none of his business where I go or what I do for fun

Some people might collect cars or guitars, I like to buy guns

He's been looking in my mailbox, and did I hear the letters A T & F?

I got my sonic ear protection cranked all the way up, and I can hear him whispering in the back

I can hear him through the floorboards, wiped the hard drive installed a brand new boot

Well, them NSA intel bastards ain't never gonna find out the truth

I know he's talking to my ex-wife, and she told him damn near every single detail

Some folks, they like whiskey or wine, I like Molotov cocktails