Beardy bloke, please, just piss off
I'd had enough when you first walked in.
You seem to think I paid you to scoff
But I'd rather spend my money on sin.

Your house is a caricature of your dress.
It's falling apart, the place is so old.
Original? Bollocks, it's still a damn mess.
You can't convince me that you've never been told.

I switched off my interest on finding the door
Was a flat, not apartment; a room, not a suite.
What the hell are you charging that much for?
I don't need poverty to concede defeat!

The driving was anxious, teeth clenched in fear.
The parking and walking were pretty tense, too.
And now I must wait until next bloody year
To know if I'm loopy or just slightly blue.

Am I patient or income, a basket or chest?
An income stream or fucking mad?
The first time was great, but you I detest.
I'm beginning to see I've been had.