Some buildings are built to be broken (x5)

We always did say this would be our time
With a little work and a little money
But I am borne of ethereal spirit
With troublesome strife
How can we create

I'm lying in bed you are paralysed
To concrete and close-ups you are new and pale

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Jesus Christ and [bad word] (x2)

We never did say we were precious things
And we always proclaimed we were pioneering

So ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Jesus Christ and [bad word] 
They'd always have faith in the foretold healing

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Jesus Christ and [bad word] 
So throw out the cat with the pigeons
Strangle them all with your pride
Keeping the bones for your sham and singing

Some buildings are built to be broken (x3)
Some buildings appear to be broken
No I wouldn't have it any other way