
Date of issue: 09.06.1990
Song language: English
Bedlam Bridge |
In this city with no footpath |
There’s a building with no people |
There is crime and gun decisions |
There’s a street of heat and hawkers |
There’s a house of hope and drifters |
There’s a gang that shoots then listens |
There’s a place that knows no poverty |
A town without pollution |
There’s a soul with good intentions |
There are canyons full of movie stars |
Churches made of metal |
There are mountains made of muscle |
We have leaders who are anxious |
Wh have captain not courageous |
Captains tumbling into madness |
But there’s a man who makes no enemies |
A body never breathless |
No ambition ever hopeless |
Up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting |
Up on bedlam bridge I’m shot to heaven |
Oh Up on bedlam bridge |
Waiting |
In these locked and shackled neighborhoods |
Bridge and tunnel diplomats |
See the golden ghetto’s creeper |
Crazy flags from history |
Songs for the White House gangsters |
Guns for hellgate railway sleepers |
But there’s a man who makes no enemies |
A body never breathless |
No ambition ever hopeless |
So how stands the city on this winter’s night? |
The city on the hilll or so they said |
The now is falling down around the armoury |
The city’s closing in around my head |
up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting |
Up on bedlam bridge I’m shot to heaven |
Oh Up on bedlam bridge |
Waiting |
Drive |
Drive the engines harder |
Drive |
Drive |
Won’t you turn the engines over |
Drive |