Up In Heaven (Not Only Here)

<br>The towers of London, these crumbling<br>rocks<br>Reality estates that the hero`s got<br>And every hour`s maked by the chime of a clock<br>And whatcha gonna do when the darkness surrounds?<br>You can piss in the lifts which have broken down<br>You can watch from the debris the last bedroom light<br>We`re invisible here just past midnight<br><br>The wives hate their husbands and their husbands don`t care<br>Their children daub slogans to prove they lived there<br>A giant pipe organ up in the air<br>You can`t live in a home which should not have been built<br>By the bourgeoise clerks who bear no guilt<br>When the wind hits this building this building it tilts<br>One day it will surely fall to the ground...<br><br>Fear is just another commodity here<br>They sell us peeping holes to peek when we hear<br>A bang on the door resoundingly clear<br>Who would really want to move in here?<br>The children play faraway, the corridors are bare<br>This room is a cage its like captivity<br>How can anyone exist in such misery?<br><br>It has been said not only here<br><br>&quot;Allianza dollars are spent<br>To raise the towering buildings<br>For the weary bones of the workers<br>To go back in the morning<br>To be strong in the morning&quot;