Rolling up tab ends that the Baby's collected Waiting for
the number That clicks on the wall It's open seasons on the
weat And the feeble Their meagre ambitions Their impotent fury
There's a bullet proof glass In case there is trouble No
doors in the building Between this side and that side I've
tried to wrestle Some unbalanced nightmare Tell myself over that
I Don't really live here But the boys run away Leaving blood
on the pavement And a little crowd gathered To watch you pick
yourself up Joining the queue at the Video library To watch
ninety five minutes Of simulated torture The conference hall
rings To the standing ovation The people in blue ties Rise from
the podium Crazy with power, blinded by vision The mass-chosen
leaders For a brutalized nation
Send "Archway Towers" Ringtone to your Cell 
