Nick Lowe

Basing Street

It's an ugly sight by the police light

But lonely now as the innocents leave

in two's and three's

Cop straightens up wipes the 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 four twenty-nine and on the airways

Late ni ht DJ piays for the lost and lonely

and their late night ways

Poppin pills washed down with coffee

With a little coffee blows cigarette ash off

the late night flash

The world is waiting for now

in the palm of his hand he leans toward

the microphone and says

We interrupt this program

But there in radio land they're all asleep

As the firemen hose down Basing Street