In this G city with no footpath
There’s a G building with no people
There is A crime and gun decisions
There’s a G street of heat and hawkers
There’s aG house of hope and drifters
There’s a A gang that shoots then listens

Now there’s a D place that knows no poverty,
A D town without pollution
There’s a F# soul with good intentions

There are G canyons full of movie stars
G Churches made of metal
There are A mountains made of muscle
We have G leaders who are anxious
We have G captain not courageous
Captains A tumbling into madness

But there’s a D man who makes no enemies
A D body never breathless
No am-F# bition ever hopeless

Bm Up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting
Bm Up on bedlam bridge I’m shot to A heaven
Em Oh… Up on bedlam bridge… F# waiting

In these G locked and shackled neighborhoods
G Bridge and tunnel diplomats
See the A golden ghetto’s creeper
G Crazy flags from history,
G Songs for the White House gangsters
Guns for A hellgate railway sleepers

But there’s a D man who makes no enemies
A D body never breathless
No am-F# bition ever hopeless

So D how stands the city on this G winter’s night?
The D city on the hill or so they C said
The D snow is falling down around the A armoury
And the Bb city’s closing in around my he-F G ad

Bm Up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting
Bm Up on bedlam bridge I’m shot to A heaven
Em Oh… Up on bedlam bridge… and F# waiting

Bm Drive… drive the engines harder A
Em Dri-C ve D

Bm Up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting
Bm Up on bedlam bridge I’m shot to A heaven
Em Oh… Up on bedlam bridge… and F# waiting

Bm Drive… A
Em Dri-C ve D Bm