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 wolves.