Вершы: John Miles. Pull The Damn Thing Down.

Pull the damn thing down
We're gonna build a highway
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
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

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
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

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
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