Lindisfarne - All Fall Down

Councilors, 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 all right Politicians, planners go, look what you done
Your madness is making a machine of ev'ryone
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