All Fall Down - Lindisfarne

Councillors, 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 alright

Politicians, planners, go look what you done

Your madness is making a machine of everyone

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