The Hounds

Tonight the streets are red, the lights are blue and blinding No sign of the Good Doctor But the siren's wail and whining Tell us he'll be found 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! How can you question who's to blame? (What was her name?) It 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 does not matter where you hear it from Whether truth or lies, it 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 has passed 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 Well, you forget who turned this city on You forget who plugged this city in! They'll not switch it off again One by one, they're tuning in