Basing Street

It's an ugly sight by the police light

Lonely now as the innocents leave in two's and three's

Cop straightens up wipping blood off his hand

Says Christ above that's the worst I've seen in more than seventeen

Somebody says I think I remember him now

Used to see him hanging round but it's hard to be sure looking at him now

Whose hand made the boy suffer and bleed

Who did the deed on Basing Street

It's four twenty-nine and out on the airways

Late night DJ plays for the lost and lonely and their late night ways

Poppin pills washed down with coffee

With a little coffee blows a cigarette ash off the late news flash

The world is waiting for now in the palm of his hand he leans toward

the microphone and says

We interrupt this program

But out there in radio land they're all asleep

As the firemen hose down Basing Street