Dagenham Dave

Dave was from out of town Manchester's likely too Had read De Sade to Marx More read than me and you Scaffolding pays good bread It pays for drugs and kicks Dave only had one love Had no real need for chicks Dave was so far ahead But now he's dead I'm not going to cry I bet he hit that water high I guess he lost control And welcomed in the night It was too much for him What were his thoughts that night? The river Thames is cold It keeps on flowing on But it left Dave alone It just kept flowing on There's city sickness here But now he's dead Late night a street in the west of the city There was a place there where he lost himself Strange feelings did he feel there Strange people did he meet there Angry sounds did he hear there Like the howling of bulls I'm not going to cry I bet he hit that water high