[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