They Sold My Home To Build a Skyscraper

They sold my home to build a skyscraper They floored my people down with sandpaper They're building malls up to the moon But even space ran out of room So keep on singing of dictators that go wrong Keep on shelving all the sentimental songs They say Australia is wider than the Moon Be the beacon in the gloom Be the mammoth in the room On the dance floor where we met Now stands a luxury development A future dive to be knocked down Why build a city to the ground? So keep on singing of dictators that go wrong Keep destroying all the sentimental songs They say Utopia is waiting for a spark Keep on glowing in the dark Keep on glowing in the dark Keep on missing all those bailiffs at the door The putrid puddles and the crumbling trap doors Keep on singing of dictators that go wrong Keep avoiding all those sentimental songs Keep on glowing in the dark Keep on glowing in the dark Keep on glowing in the dark