Archway Towers Lyrics - New Model Army

Rolling up tab ends that the baby's collected 

Waiting for the number that clicks on the wall. 

It's open season on the weak and the feeble 

Their meagre ambitions, their impotent fury 

There's 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 brutalised nation