| Councillors, magistrates, men of renown
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| Who needs to live in a dirty old town
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| Yes go on, tear it down
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| Who need the trees and the flowers to grow?
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| We can have a motorway with motorway dough
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| I know, I know, I know, they’ve got to go
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| Tear them down, mess them 'round
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| Make a mockery of all of the ground
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| And if you ever have a sleepless night
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| Just count out your money, it’ll be alright
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| Politicians, planners, go look what you done
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| Your madness is making a machine of everyone
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| But one day the machine might turn on
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| We’ll tear you down, mess you 'round
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| And bury you deep under the ground
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| And we’ll dance on your graves till the flowers return
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| And the trees tell us secrets that took ages to learn
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| We’ll tear you down, mess you 'round
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| Bury you deep under the ground
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| And we’ll dance on your graves till the flowers return
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| And the trees tell us secrets that took ages to learn
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| We’ll tear you down |