Tonight the streets are red
The lights are blue and blinding
No sign of the good doctor but the sirens wail and whine
Tell us if you've found him!
I can almost hear the hounds!
What kind of man builds a machine to kill a girl?
No he did not use his hands
like a smart man he used a tool
But just the same!
Can you question who's to blame?!
What was her name?
Doesn't matter, now listen!
The good doctor has to pay!
When I say he was a monster
when I set fire to his name
It doesn't matter where you hear it from
Whether truth or lies, gets said all the same
Whatever's on the table plays
There is a flame that I've been fanning
There is a fire waiting to catch
There is a hell that has been building from the moment we first met
If there ever was a time
If there ever was a chance
To undo the things I've done
And wash these bloodstains from my hands
it is past and been forgotten
These are the paths that we must take
Cause you and I, Tom we are men
And we can bend and we can break
If you think that you can run
If you think that you can stand
Then you forget who turned this city on
You forget who plugged this city in!
And they'll not switch it off again!
One by one they're tuning in!