Basing Street

It's an ugly sight By the police light But lonely now As the innocents leave In twos and threes Cop straightens up Wiping 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 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 4:29 And out on the airwaves Late night DJ plays For the lost and lonely And their late night ways Popping pills Washed with coffee With a little coffee blows Cigarette ash Off the late news flash The world is waiting for him 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