The towers of London, these crumbling rocks
Reality estates that the hero's got
And every hour's maked by the chime of a clock
And whatcha gonna do when the darkness surrounds?
You can piss in the lifts which have broken down
You can watch from the debris the last bedroom light
We're invisible here just past midnight
The wives hate their husbands and their husbands don't care
Their children daub slogans to prove they lived there
A giant pipe organ up in the air
would
workers
which
whatcha
weary
watch
towering
tilts
these
there
surrounds
surely
strong
estates
prove
rocks
debris
crumbling
holes
commodity
chime
darkness
buildings
raise
clear
bedroom
captivity
bones
corridors
clerks
lived
building
every
broken
another
lifts
built
their
anyone
exist
giant
children
organ
faraway
gonna
should
ground
light
towers
guilt
wives
dollars
husbands
really
invisible
peeping
london
maked
midnight
spent
misery
clock
morning
reality
Click on any word to see the translation
Click on this icon to translate the entire sentence