All Fall Down

Councillors, magistrates, men of renown
Who needs to live in a dirty old town?
Yes, come on, tear it down

Who needs the trees and the flowers to grow?
We can have a motorway with motorway dough
I know, I know, they've got to go

Tear them down, mess them round
Make a mockery of all of the crowds
And if you ever have a sleepless night
Just count out your money, it will be alright

Politicians, planners, go look at what you've done
Your madness is making a machine of everyone
But one day your machine might turn on

We'll tear you down, mess you round
And bury you deep under the ground
And we'll dance on you grave till the flowers return
And the trees tell us secrets it took ages to learn
We'll tear you down

We'll tear you down, mess you round
And bury you deep under the ground
And we'll dance on you grave till the flowers return
And the trees tell us secrets it took ages to learn
We'll tear you down