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