Pull the damn thing down
Turn their backs on cobblestones and chimney stacks
Pull the damn thing down
They're gonna pull this house down
To say that it's a slum
No thought for people's feelings
Cause progress
Progress has to come
The home he's had for sixty years
Is standing in their way
So they'll find an institution
Where he'll spend his lonely days
Pull the damn thing down
We're gonna build a highway
And either side will beautify
With concrete reaching to the sky
Pull the damn thing down
Soon you won't remember
As other people turn their backs
On cobblestones and chimney stacks
Pull the damn thing down
He's back home for the first time
In nearly twenty years
With money and position
And wife and mink and fuzz
Places that he used to know
Before he broke the law

Places where he knew the tides
Our old multi-story car parks
And he can't believe his eyes
Pull the damn thing down
We're gonna build a highway
And either side will pull this house down



Side by side we're beautified
With concrete reaching to the sky
Pull the damn thing down
Soon you won't remember
As all the people turn their backs
On cobblestones and chimney stacks
Pull the damn thing down
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People don't want changes
To keep up with the times
Securing their surroundings
And needing quiet lives
And then the man from London town
Decides to rearrange
And the place that they remember
Will just never be the same
Pull the damn thing down
We're gonna build a highway
By the side we're beautified
With concrete reaching to the sky
Pull the damn thing down
Soon you won't remember
As all the people turn their backs
On cobblestones and chimney stacks
Pull the damn thing down
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