Letting loose the lunatics - wasn't the greatest of ideas

Giving them plans and money to squander -

Should have been the worst of our fears

The dream life luxury living was a pleasant No. 10 whim,

But somewhere down the line of production

They let out human beings



They were gonna build communities

It was going to be pie in the sky -

But the piss stench hallways and broken down lifts

Say the planners dream went wrong



If people were made to live in boxes

God would have given them string

To tie around their selves at bed time

And stop their dreams falling through the ceiling



And the public school boy computers -

Keep spewing out our future -

The house in the country designs the 14th floor

Old Mrs. Smith don't get out much more -

Coitus interruptus 'cause of next doors rows

Your washing gets nicked when the lights go out -

Baby's scream in the nightmare throng

But planners just get embarrassed when their plans GO WRONG!