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 We 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 hill 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 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 We 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 hill 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 DriveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
