[Verse 1: Nineties jungle female vocalist, sung hard over the rolling jungle drums] Twenty-two floors on the Marlow estate Got a room full of records and a chain on the gate Every Friday at ten, I go up on the roof Bolt the aerial down where the rain gets through Ninety-four point two, and the signal goes wide Every flat on the block got me playin' inside Mrs. Okafor dancin' with a pan on the stove Little Danny on nine with his headphones on low They raid me in the spring, and they raid me in the fall Take the decks, take the aerial, and leave me the wall But by Friday I'm back on the air like a bird Twenty-two floors, and they still hear every word [Hook: Nineties jungle female vocalist, the sub bass rolling under every line] Put me up on the roof where the aerial stands Twenty-two floors and the city in my hands If they knock it all down, let 'em knock it, I'm there Ninety-four point two, I'm still up in the air [Verse 2: jungle female vocalist, the rave chords stabbing between lines] Then the letters come down from the council in red "Marlow House is comin' down," that's what the letters said Floor by floor, they empty it, from twenty-two down Okafors out to Croydon, Danny out of town Stair by stair, there's a door with a board on the glass And the lift doesn't run, and the weeks go fast Twenty-two floors of us split across the map Four hundred families with a box on their lap Last one in the building, it's me and the cat And a note on my door sayin' Monday, and that's that So I carry up the decks for the last time, alone And I wire up the aerial and play it for home [Hook: Nineties jungle female vocalist, the sub bass rolling under every line] Put me up on the roof where the aerial stands Twenty-two floors and the city in my hands If they knock it all down, let 'em knock it, I'm there Ninety-four point two, I'm still up in the air [Instrumental: rolling jungle drums and heavy sub bass, eight bars] [Verse 3: jungle female vocalist, demolition morning] Monday six in the mornin', and the fences are up Demolition crew drinkin' tea from a cup I'm still up on the roof with the aerial tied Every tune that we danced to and the ones where we cried In a flat out in Croydon, Mrs. Okafor's awake On a bus out in Barking, Danny's turnin' it up for my sake [Station Ident: jungle female vocalist, calling the station on the beat as the tower comes down] This is Rough Signal, ninety-four point two Marlow House, twenty-two floors, and this one's for you Eight a.m., and they bring all the floors to the ground And four hundred kitchens all over the town Got the same tune playin', the same girl, the same air There's no Marlow House now, but the Marlow's still there [Hook: Nineties jungle female vocalist, the sub bass rolling under every line] Put me up on the roof where the aerial stands Twenty-two floors and the city in my hands If they knock it all down, let 'em knock it, I'm there Ninety-four point two, I'm still up in the air [End]
