Language of Prairie Dogs - A Tower of Babel Lyrics

Let me tell you a story. An old man living
At the top of a tall, old tower block
You've seen this movie. Developers looking
To pull it down, put new stuff up
You'd call it a stalemate. He's refused every offer
And remains, neighbourless, while they tear
Into the buildings around
Staking him out
But damn him if he'll scare

The machinery
At their advocates
Those hyenas
A tower
A tower
A tower of Babel

One day he calls for the lift. The lift stalls in the shaft
Now, he's too fragile for the stairs - he'd break his neck
So he trudges back to the flat, annoyed
And waits for repairs
He gets through what groceries are left
And as the January days
Wind out, he starves to death
It lasts fewer than several days
Some half dignified
Silent tumult in the cold

Then all gone, as if it never were
You'd call it a
A tower
A tower
A tower of Babel