High Rise (Live, Brunel University, Uxbridge, 24 November 1978) [2009 Remix]

Black block of two dimensions
We are dumped onto the sky
Between scores of people stacked up so high
Above the ground
But all they can hear is the sound
Of the wind in the antenna
It's a human zoo, a suicide machine

Childhood, it was all concrete cube shapes
A flypaper stacked with human life
Caged up rage swarming high tide
Tear out the telephones, rip out the
Pages of directories and record these
High-speed lifts and elevator items
We are sabotaged, rebel without a cause

High rise (living in a high rise)
High rise (living in a high rise)
High rise, all stacked up in a high rise club
High rise (living in a high rise)
High rise (living in a high rise)
High rise, all stacked up in a high rise club

Now fate!
Higher and up, higher and up
Higher and up, higher and up
And higher and up, higher and up and higher and up

Smell fish and a human blood sheet
Dented cars of human gore
Spread out on the pavement from the ninety-ninth floor
Somebody said he jumped, but we know he was pushed
Was just like you, might have been
On the ninety-ninth floor of a suicide machine

High rise (living in a high rise)
High rise (living in a high rise)
High rise, all stacked up in a high rise club
High rise (living in a high rise)
High rise (living in a high rise)
High rise, all stacked up in a high rise club

Higher and up, higher and up
Higher and up, higher and up
Higher and up, higher and up and higher and up

All stacked up in a high rise club
All stacked up in a high rise club
You're stacked up, you're stacked up in a high rise club
Higher and up, higher and up
And higher and up, higher and up and higher and up