Up In Heaven (Not Only Here)

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"