Murder In The Big House - Steve Taylor

When did you last look up in the sky?

Really look at the sky and wonder?

Used to be you could see forever

Now there’s cracks in the canvas we’re under

This is the sound of the rooftop coming down

This ain’t a murder mystery

This is the sound of the four walls falling in

This is the stench of recent history

This house is crumbling

This property is condemned

This housw is crumbling

Who’ll say the last amen?

All of us Neros fanning ourselves

Damp with the sweat of regret

Just killing time with our eyes to the skies

Waiting on

Science our saviour

This is the sound of your rooftop coming down

It’s time to meet the maker

This is the sound of the floorboards caving in

This is the knock of the undertaker

This house is crumbling

This property is condemned

This house is crumbling

Who’ll say the last amen?

A child takes a crayon and draws a black rainbow

Over a city where nobody is

What are they thinking, these small minded people?

That they can decode words on the wall?

This is the sound of the world coming down

This is the sex of history

This is the sound of the big house caving in

This is the fiction of joy and misery

This house is crumbling

Thisproperty is condemned

This house is tumbling down

Who’ll say the last amen?

Amen

Amen

Amen