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 main 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 bedalm 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 main 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... 

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