Текст песни Midnight Oil - Bedlam Bridge
Midnight Oil - Bedlam Bridge слова песни
In this city with no footpathThere`s a building with no peopleThere is crime and gun decisionsThere`s a street of heat and hawkersThere`s a house of hope and driftersThere`s a gang that shoots then listensThere`s a place that knows no povertyA town without pollutionThere`s a soul with good intentionsThere are canyons full of movie starsChurches made of metalThere are mountains made of muscleWe have leaders who are anxiousWh have captain not courageousCaptains tumbling into madnessBut there`s a man who makes no enemiesA body never breathlessNo ambition ever hopelessUp on bedlam bridge somebody is waitingUp on bedlam bridge I`m shot to heavenOhUp on bedlam bridgeWaitingIn these locked and shackled neighborhoodsBridge and tunnel diplomatsSee the golden ghetto`s creeperCrazy flags from historySongs for the White House gangstersGuns for hellgate railway sleepersBut there`s a man who makes no enemiesA body never breathlessNo ambition ever hopelessSo how stands the city on this winter`s night?The city on the hilll or so they saidThe now is falling down around the armouryThe city`s closing in around my headup on bedlam bridge somebody is waitingUp on bedlam bridge I`m shot to heavenOhUp on bedlam bridgeWaitingDriveDrive the engines harderDriveDriveWon`t you turn the engines overDrive