streets in the sky

 

when i go to bed at night

and look out of my window

at the giant block

and the streets are deserted

kelvin becomes

a stage with no actors

a giant with no clothes

a ghost town

 

when the walkway is lit

but there's no-one walking along it

when the bin bags rustle in

the cool night wind

and taxis trundle

along infirmary road

looking for late night revellers

kelvin remains

an empty echo

a giant with no clothes

a stage with no actors

when the lift shaft stands silent

but for the banging of a door

that's got stuck

when you can hear a dog ten flats away

or next door's tv at 3am

cos they can't sleep

or he's back from a nightshift

kelvin is like

a stage with no actors

a giant with no clothes

 

 

shirley cleans and cleans her steps

hoping she'll make her street in the sky

gleam like a diamond

while the world outside

pumps out smoke and dirt

and kids throw rubbish bags

from the top floor

 

there's an old lady fighting a battle

against the world with

daz and jiff

she keeps her home spotless

but however hard she scrubs

she can't rub away where she lives

 

 

death is wonderful on park hill flats

i once saw a dead bloke

in the car park before tea

kids rode pushbikes round him

mums watched from the balcony

but it was too much for me

the last straw

seen it all before

 

death is wonderful on park hill flats

a woman set fire to her man in bed

it was one a.m. while i lay in mine and read

she screamed and pretended to be sorry as he bled

 

death is wonderful on park hill flats

the police called to my door the year before

did i know a body lay outside my door

was i woken in the night about four?

 

death is wonderful on park hill flats

the grim reaper's even got his own pad

and if you want out he'll help you move away

quicker than the council rehousing cad