It was no personal defeat,nThat suicide on Downing Street,nThey found him burning in his car,nHe paid the price for what we are.nnA stroke of luck, a trick of fate,nThe life I build, the mess I make,nToo young to retire, too old to live,nThis message all he had to give,nn[Chorus]nDerek Bainbridge did not die in vain,nAnd I will sing his sad luck story,nDesparation is a warning flame,nNow we stand or fall with Derek Bainbridge.nnHe came 160 miles,nTo wipe away all those smug smiles,nThe empty hours dragging by,nHis spirit withered up inside.nn[Chorus]nnHe felt the man that he could be,nWas only wasted potential.nHe went swimming in the deep forbidden sea,nLooking for that extra dimension,nIn a selfish blue nation.nnIt was no personal defeat,nThat suicide on Downing Street,nYou cannot call us civilized,nAs long as one life is denied.nn[Chorus]nnSwinging on a one-way pendulum,nDriving down a dead end highway,nDesparation is a warning flame,nNow we stand or fall,nDo we stand or fall.