Lyrics:

(Miles, Marshall)



Pull the damn thing down,

We're gonna build a highway.

And either side we'll beautify

With concrete reaching to the sky.

Pull the damn thing down,

Soon you won't remember,

As all the people turn their backs

On cobbled stones and chimney stacks.

Pull the damn thing down!



They're gonna pull his house down,

They say that it's a slum.

No thought for peoples feelings

'Cause progress has to come.

The home he's had for sixty years

Is standing in their way,

So they'll find an institution

Where he'll spend his lonely days.



Pull the damn thing down,

We're gonna build a highway.

And I decide we'll beautify

With concrete reaching to the sky.

Pull the damn thing down,

Soon you won't remember,

As all the people turn their backs

On cobbled stones and chimney stacks.

Pull the damn thing down!



He's back home for the first time

In nearly twenty years,

With money and position

And wife in mink and furs.

Places that he used to know

Before he broke the ties

Are all multi-storey car parks

And he can't believe his eyes.



Pull the damn thing down,

We're gonna build a highway.

And I decide we'll beautify

With concrete reaching to the sky.

Pull the damn thing down,

Soon you won't remember,

As all the people turn their backs

On cobbled stones and chimney stacks.

Pull the damn thing down!



People don't want changes

To keep up with the times.

Secure in their surroundings

And leading quiet lives.

And then the man from London town

Decides to rearrange

And the place that they remember

Will just never be the same.



Pull the damn thing down,

We're gonna build a highway.

And I decide we'll beautify

With concrete reaching to the sky.

Pull the damn thing down,

Soon you won't remember,

As all the people turn their backs

On cobbled stones and chimney stacks.

Pull the damn thing down!