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