Lletres: Hawkwind. High Rise.

Flat block of two dimensions
Neon totem pole to the sky
Keeping scores of people stacked up so high
Above the ground

But all they can hear is the sound
Of the wind in the antennae
It's a human zoo
A suicide machine

Childhood of concrete cube shaped
A flypaper stuck with human life
Caged up rage swarming all the time
Tear out the telephones

Rip up the pages of directories
And wreck all these
High speed lifts and elevators
Be a sabotage rebel without a cause

High rise, living in a high rise
High rise, living in a high rise
High rise, living in a high rise
High rise, all stacked up in a high rise block

High rise, living in a high rise
High rise, living in a high rise
High rise, living in a high rise
High rise, all stacked up in a high rise block

Starfish of human blood shape
Tentacles of human gore
Spread out on the pavement
From the 99th floor

Well, somebody said that he jumped
But we know he was pushed
He was just like you might have been
On the 99th floor of a suicide machine

High rise, living in a high rise
High rise, living in a high rise
High rise, living in a high rise
High rise, all stacked up in a high rise block