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 left 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