The towers of London, these crumbling rocks   Reality estates that the hero's got   And every hour's maked by the chime of a clock   And whatcha gonna do when the darkness surrounds?   You can piss in the lifts which have broken down   You can watch from the debris the last bedroom light   We're invisible here just past midnight      The wives hate their husbands and their husbands don't care   Their children daub slogans to prove they lived there   A giant pipe organ up in the air   You can't live in a home which should not have been built   By the bourgeoise clerks who bear no guilt   When the wind hits this building this building it tilts   One day it will surely fall to the ground...      Fear is just another commodity here   They sell us peeping holes to peek when we hear   A bang on the door resoundingly clear   Who would really want to move in here?   The children play faraway, the corridors are bare   This room is a cage its like captivity   How can anyone exist in such misery?      It has been said not only here      "Allianza dollars are spent   To raise the towering buildings   For the weary bones of the workers   To go back in the morning   To be strong in the morning"