Hull Councillors, magistrates, men of renown Who needs to live in a dirty old town Yes go on, tear it down. Who need the trees and the flowers to grow ? We can have a motorway with motorway dough I know, I know, I know, they've got to go. Tear them down, mess them 'round Make a mockery of all of the ground And if you ever have a sleepless night Just count out your money, it'll be alright. Politicians, planners, go look what you done Your madness is making a machine of everyone But one day the machine might turn on. We'll tear you down, mess you 'round And bury you deep under the ground And we'll dance on your graves till the flowers return And the trees tell us secrets that took ages to learn. We'll tear you down, mess you 'round Bury you deep under the ground And we'll dance on your graves till the flowers return And the trees tell us secrets that took ages to learn We'll tear you down.