High Rise Flats

High rise, high rise, Tenements for the poor, Slung up to the skies Like a self-serving prayer. Lifts that are broken, Stairways forever, Smelling of urine And smelling of danger. So be on your guard If you are a stranger. High rise, high rise, Graffiti all over, Parked in a wasteland Of minimal care. What of the people Who have to live there? Some may be dealers But they're everywhere. Haunts, you say, of the criminal class But I have to say, that's hardly fair, Since it's the big Criminals Who have put them there.