On the high rise estate
Whats at the back of your mind
On a three day debate on a high rise estate
Whats at the back of your mind
Two icy cold hand conducting the way
It's the eskimo blood in my veins
Amid concrete and clay and general decay
Nature must still find a way
So ignore all the codes of the day
Let your juvinille impulses sway
This way and that way and this way and that way
God, how sex implores you
To let yourself lose yourself
Stretch out and wait stretch out and wait
Let your puny body lie down lie down
As we lie you say
Will the world in in the nighttime
I really don't know
Or will the world end in the daytime
I really don't know
Or is there any point ever having children
No I don't know
What I do know
Is we're here and it's now
So stretch out and wait
There is no debate no debate no debate
How can you conciously contemplate
When there's no debate
Stretch out and wait....
