Hawkwind

Flat block
Of two dimensions
Neon totem pole to the sky
Keeping scores of people stacked up so high Above the ground
But all they can hear is the sound
Of the wind in the antennae
It's a human zoo
A suicide machine
High rise
Living in a high rise
High rise
Living in a high rise
High rise
Living in a high rise
High rise
All stacked up in a high rise block
Childhood
Of concrete cube shaped
A flypaper stuck with human life
Caged up rage
Swarming all the time
Tear out the telephones
Rip up the pages of directories
And wreck all these
High speed lifts and elevators
Be a sabotage rebel without a cause