Bricks, useless bricks, Portland Mix, straws and sticks
Kids, pointless kids, riding bikes, stolen bikes
It's my living will, I will love you 'til
Roads that sound through the still of night
I'm alive, are you there
People sell, darling, let's repent
It's not ours to be like them anyway
It's our living hell, I will love you
Balconies numbering millions turn in unison towards the sun
Developers bought my house today, knocked it down
For the price the council would pay for some land by the motorway
It's my living hell, I will love you
And we don't care how much debt we can afford
If it crashes round our ears we'll ask for more
And what the hell d'you think we're working for
Well we don't know
Oh the birds and bees and leaves and trees make way for patios and pots
All the fads and scenes and magazines inside these walls, they mean a lot
Oh what will I be when I'm not me
Just turn it off and make it stop