Armchair Politics

Act One Scene One: High-rise Hell
The lifts don’t work and the stairs always smell
Where the plonkies piss and the children play
And your neighbours never have anything to say
An old woman on the fifth floor has been dead for nine days
In High-rise Hell

Act One Scene Two: County Hall
The councillors don’t seem to care at all
From High-rise Hell complaints come in
They’re read through once then thrown in the bin
Hey, rate-payer, you cannot win
At County Hall

The man in the critic’s hat shows me to the door
He says, "This has all been done before
And so much better than you do it today
So take your recordings and go away."

Armchair politicians have all the answers
To Northern Ireland and the Middle East
While mum and dad watch the news on the telly
The kids are making petrol bombs in the back yard
And we’re all gonna change the world tomorrow
If we haven’t changed the world by the end of today

Act One Scene Three: Grand Finale
High-rise Hell burning to the ground
Citizens march on County Hall
But councillors have fled to a secret bunker
And they’ll return when it’s all blown over

There are no easy answers
But we’re all gonna change the world tomorrow
If we haven’t changed the world by the end of today