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