How do you document real life When real life's getting more like fiction each day? Headlines, bread-lines blow my mind And now this deadline, eviction or pay rent
How do you write a song when the chords sound wrong Though they once sounded right and rare? When the notes are sour Where is the power you once had to ignite the air?
We're hungry and frozen, some life that we've chosen How we gonna pay? How we gonna pay? How we gonna pay? Last year's rent?
How do you start a fire when there's nothing to burn And it feels like something's stuck in your flue? How can you generate heat when you can't feel your feet? And they're turning blue
You light up a mean blaze with posters and screenplays How we gonna pay? How we gonna pay? How we gonna pay? Last year's rent?
How do you stay on your feet when on every street? It's trick or treat and tonight it's trick Welcome back to town I should lie down Everything's brown and uh-oh, I feel sick
Where is he? Getting dizzy How we gonna pay? How we gonna pay? How we gonna pay? Last year's rent?
The music ignites the night with passionate fire The narration crackles and pops with incendiary wit Zoom in as they burn the past to the ground And feel the heat of the future's glow
How do you leave the past behind When it keeps finding ways to get to your heart? It reaches way down deep and tears you inside out 'Til you're torn apart, rent
How can you connect in an age Where strangers, landlords, lovers Your own blood cells betray?
What binds the fabric together When the raging, shifting winds of change Keep ripping away
Draw a line in the sand and then make a stand Use your camera to spar, use your guitar When they act tough, you call their bluff
We're not gonna pay, we're not gonna pay We're not gonna pay, last year's rent This year's rent, next year's rent
Rent, rent, rent, rent, rent We're not gonna pay rent 'Cause everything is rent