Hull
Councillors, magistrates, men of renown
Who needs to live in a dirty old town
Yes go on, tear it down.
Who need the trees and the flowers to grow ?
We can have a motorway with motorway dough
I know, I know, I know, they've got to go.
Tear them down, mess them 'round
Make a mockery of all of the ground
And if you ever have a sleepless night
Just count out your money, it'll be alright.
Politicians, planners, go look what you done
Your madness is making a machine of everyone
But one day the machine might turn on.
We'll tear you down, mess you 'round
And bury you deep under the ground
And we'll dance on your graves till the flowers return
And the trees tell us secrets that took ages to learn.
We'll tear you down, mess you 'round
Bury you deep under the ground
And we'll dance on your graves till the flowers return
And the trees tell us secrets that took ages to learn
We'll tear you down.
