Cos the bank wouldn’t give us a loan,
My job, it didn’t pay very much,
But at least, we had our own home.
With a little one, on the way,
It wasn’t a home we would ever own,
Just a place we’d pay, to stay.
And the rent, it seemed pretty low,
But that money, it went to the landlord,
Not invested in my family, to grow.
And my rent, well that went up too,
“Market rates” the landlord he said to me,
“Only right that your rent’s based on value”
My rent, well that too has tripled,
It raids my disposable income,
My finances are all but crippled.
My outgoings would’ve been less,
Had no choice but to pay my landlord,
In my own family, I couldn’t invest.
On what’s now a two hundred grand home,
Imagine how small my mortgage would be,
Had the bank only given us a loan.
A lifetime with little to show,
And five hundred grand, in rent I’ve paid,
Seems a lot, for my twenty grand home.
When I couldn’t pay my host,
But hundreds of thousands they took from me,
Tis' true, the poor pay the most.