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