Councillors, magistrates, men of renown

Who needs to live in a dirty old town?

Yes, come on, tear it down

Who needs the trees and the flowers to grow?

We can have a motorway with motorway dough

I know, I know, they've got to go

Tear them down, mess them round

Make a mockery of all of the crowds

And if you ever have a sleepless night

Just count out your money, it will be alright

Politicians, planners, go look at what you've done

Your madness is making a machine of everyone

But one day your machine might turn on

We'll tear you down, mess you round

And bury you deep under the ground

And we'll dance on you grave till the flowers return

And the trees tell us secrets it took ages to learn

We'll tear you down

We'll tear you down, mess you round

And bury you deep under the ground

And we'll dance on you grave till the flowers return

And the trees tell us secrets it took ages to learn

We'll tear you down