Freedom Bridge (Acoustic Demo)

[A digital metronome in the background] Amy was a waitress at The Fire Street Grill Up route 6-11 she is slaving for the pill Pupils pinned up like a junkie centerfold Well her hairs are turning gray and she's 22 years old Mr Tompkins saw the Devil and God A misogynist plastic fake tan [?] The poor girl, they found his wife tied in his bed So he strapped down her lover and he cut em both down dead Specialist James's a much more honest man than you He came back from the desert and he never found the truth Screeches tires, he fills his head with alcohol While the morbid brown faces hang like portraits on the wall So he's standing on the ledge and he's stalled And a voice says stand right back, you ain't absolved The red and blue lights set his silhouette Against the backdrop of concrete and burnt all our dead Take it all then end me It worked this far to Take the fall on Freedom Bridge And off to take a bullet-issued warrant Take the fall on Freedom Bridge