| Song | Bedlam Bridge |
| Artist | Midnight Oil |
| Album | Blue Sky Mining |
| 作词 : Hirst | |
| In this city with no footpath there's a building with no people | |
| There is crime and gun decisions | |
| There's a street of heat and hawkers, there's a house of hope drifters | |
| There's a gang that shoots then listens | |
| There's a place that knows no poverty, a town without pollution | |
| There's a soul with good intentions | |
| There are canyons full of movie stars, churches made of metal | |
| There are mountains made of muscle | |
| We have leaders who are anxious, we have captains not courageous | |
| Captains tumbling into madness | |
| But there's a main who makes no enemies, a body never breathless | |
| No ambition ever hopeless | |
| Up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting | |
| Up on bedlam bridge I'm shot to heaven | |
| Oh, up on bedalm bridge, waiting | |
| In these locked and shackled neighbourhoods, bridge and tunnel diplomats | |
| See the golden ghetto's creeper | |
| Crazy flags from history, songs for the White House gangsters | |
| Guns for hellgate railway sleepers | |
| But there's a main who makes no enemies, a body never breathless | |
| No ambition ever hopeless | |
| So how stands the city on this winters night? | |
| The city on the hill or so they said | |
| The snow is falling down around the armoury | |
| The city's closing in around my head | |
| Up on bedlam bridge... | |
| Drive, won't you drive the engines harder, drive | |
| Drive, won't you turn the engines over, drive | |
| (Hirst) |
| zuò cí : Hirst | |
| In this city with no footpath there' s a building with no people | |
| There is crime and gun decisions | |
| There' s a street of heat and hawkers, there' s a house of hope drifters | |
| There' s a gang that shoots then listens | |
| There' s a place that knows no poverty, a town without pollution | |
| There' s a soul with good intentions | |
| There are canyons full of movie stars, churches made of metal | |
| There are mountains made of muscle | |
| We have leaders who are anxious, we have captains not courageous | |
| Captains tumbling into madness | |
| But there' s a main who makes no enemies, a body never breathless | |
| No ambition ever hopeless | |
| Up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting | |
| Up on bedlam bridge I' m shot to heaven | |
| Oh, up on bedalm bridge, waiting | |
| In these locked and shackled neighbourhoods, bridge and tunnel diplomats | |
| See the golden ghetto' s creeper | |
| Crazy flags from history, songs for the White House gangsters | |
| Guns for hellgate railway sleepers | |
| But there' s a main who makes no enemies, a body never breathless | |
| No ambition ever hopeless | |
| So how stands the city on this winters night? | |
| The city on the hill or so they said | |
| The snow is falling down around the armoury | |
| The city' s closing in around my head | |
| Up on bedlam bridge... | |
| Drive, won' t you drive the engines harder, drive | |
| Drive, won' t you turn the engines over, drive | |
| Hirst |