They're knocking down my towerblock
The place where I grew up
When the walls start falling
I'm gonna be ready

My estately home
Cold fingers risen from the land
I grew up life on stone
In the palm of your toughened hand

(They're all gone gone gone gone gone gone)
The height lines on my bedroom door
(They're all gone gone gone gone gone gone)
My soldiers hiding under the floor
(They're all gone gone gone gone gone gone)
The never ending Monday nights
(It's all gone gone gone gone gone gone)
The sound of Friday stairwell fights

They're knocking down my towerblock
The place that I come from
When the walls are falling
I'm gonna be ready

They're knocking down my towerblock
The place that I ran from
When this all means nothing nothing
I'm gonna be ready

There is glass on the carpet
There is dust in the air
This deafening wonder
But I wish that you were here

This space was a battleground
This place was a war
You beat me, now I beat you
As they tear it to the floor
I'm the only survivor
Of a life I've never known
There'll be nothing left of your devastation