Dave was from out of town
 Manchester's likely too
 Had read De Sade to Marx
 More read than me and you
 Scaffolding pays good bread
 It pays for [bad word] and kicks
 Dave only had one love
 Had no real need for chicks
 Dave was so far ahead
 But now he's dead

 I'm not going to cry
 I bet he hit that water high

 I guess he lost control
 And [bad word] in the night
 It was too much for him
 What were his thoughts that night?
 The River Thames is cold
 It keeps on flowing on
 But it left Dave alone
 It just kept flowing on

 There's city sickness here
 But now he's dead

 Late night a street in the west of the city
 There was a place there where he lost himself
 Strange feelings did he feel there
 Strange people did he meet there
 Angry sounds did he hear there
 Like the howling of bulls