Rack-Rent

Rent's four times more than just last year; for a single room that's cold, austere. Winter winds through vast gaps do blow, black mold upon the walls does grow. It's for my baby's health, I fear. I don't know how I got to here; the father daily drunk on beer. To make the landlord's profits grow, rent's four times more. Sold by some fancy marketeer, owned by an unknown financier; rents due each end of month, and so sometimes, my morals I forgo; I have no choice in this, I fear; rent's four times more.