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 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 captains 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 neighbourhoods
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 winters night?
The city on the hill or so they said
The snow 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

Up on Bedlam Bridge somebody is waiting
Up on Bedlam Bridge I'm shot to heaven
Oh, up on Bedlam Bridge, waiting

Drive, won't you drive the engines harder, drive

Up on Bedlam Bridge somebody is waiting
Up on Bedlam Bridge I'm shot to heaven
(Bring you down)
Oh, up on Bedlam Bridge, waiting

Drive, won't you turn the engines over, drive