Song Lyrics
There is crime and gun decisions, won t you turn the engines over Midnight, there s a gang that shoots then listens
The snow is falling down around the armoury, there s a house of hope drifters
so how stands the city on this winters night
There s a house of hope drifters, songs for the white house gangsters, songs for the white house gangsters
there s a place that knows no poverty
crazy flags from history
so how stands the city on this winters night
Songs for the white house gangsters, captains tumbling into madness Bedlam, there is crime and gun decisions
bridge and tunnel diplomats
won t you turn the engines over
A town without pollution, there s a place that knows no poverty, churches made of metal
In these locked and shackled neighbourhoods, there s a house of hope drifters, there s a place that knows no poverty
There are canyons full of movie stars, churches made of metal
The city on the hill or so they said, up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting, bridge and tunnel diplomats
But there s a man who makes no enemies, up on bedlam bridge Oil, up on bedlam bridge
the snow is falling down around the armoury
Up on bedlam bridge, in these locked and shackled neighbourhoods
Up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting, up on bedlam bridge
no ambition ever hopeless
but there s a man who makes no enemies
in these locked and shackled neighbourhoods
The snow is falling down around the armoury, songs for the white house gangsters
No ambition ever hopeless, up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting
no ambition ever hopeless
So how stands the city on this winters night, up on bedlam bridge i m shot to heaven
There s a place that knows no poverty, there s a street of heat and hawkers Bedlam, but there s a man who makes no enemies
won t you turn the engines over
There s a street of heat and hawkers, songs for the white house gangsters, crazy flags from history
in these locked and shackled neighbourhoods
Guns for hellgate railway sleepers, won t you drive the engines harder
Songs for the white house gangsters, there is crime and gun decisions, churches made of metal
up on bedlam bridge
But there s a man who makes no enemies, in these locked and shackled neighbourhoods
There are canyons full of movie stars, up on bedlam bridge i m shot to heaven Oil, captains tumbling into madness
Up on bedlam bridge, up on bedlam bridge, see the golden ghetto s creeper
Up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting, the city on the hill or so they said
There s a place that knows no poverty, a town without pollution
Up on bedlam bridge, a body never breathless
Songs for the white house gangsters, a body never breathless, there are canyons full of movie stars
the city s closing in around my head