Suicide On Downing St. - Tim Finn

That suicide on Downing Street

They found him burning in his car

He paid the price for what we are

A stroke of luck, a trick of fate

The life I build, the mess I make

Too young to retire, too old to live

This message all he had to give

Derek Bainbridge did not die in vain

And I will sing his sad luck story

Desparation is a warning flame

Now we stand or fall with Derek Bainbridge

He came 160 miles

To wipe away all those smug smiles

The empty hours dragging by

His spirit withered up inside

He felt the man that he could be

Was only wasted potential

He went swimming in the deep forbidden sea

Looking for that extra dimension

In a selfish blue nation

It was no personal defeat

That suicide on Downing Street

You cannot call us civilized

As long as one life is denied

Swinging on a one-way pendulum

Driving down a dead end highway

Desparation is a warning flame

Now we stand or fall

Do we stand or fall