| Letting loose the lunatics — wasn’t the greatest of ideas
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| Giving them plans and money to squander —
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| Should have been the worst of our fears
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| The dream life luxury living was a pleasant No. 10 whim,
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| But somewhere down the line of production
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| They left out human beings
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| They were gonna build communities
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| It was going to be pie in the sky —
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| But the piss stench hallways and broken down lifts
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| Say the planners dream went wrong
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| If people were made to live in boxes
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| God would have given them string
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| To tie around their selves at bed time
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| And stop their dreams falling through the ceiling
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| And the public school boy computers —
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| Keep spewing out our future —
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| The house in the country designs the 14th floor
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| Old Mrs. Smith don’t get out much more —
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| Coitus interruptus 'cause of next doors rows
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| Your washing gets nicked when the lights go out —
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| Baby’s scream in the nightmare throng
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| But planners just get embarrassed when their plans GO WRONG! |