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 number 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 interrupts '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!