Lyrics

Wind blows back on the battens charging
winds all the way
Right to the butt of my gun
Maybe now your time has come

From the backstreets there's a rumblin'
Smell of anarchy
No more nice times, black boy shoe shines
Pie in the sky dreams

* Lights out, lights out in London
Hold tight 'til the end
Better now you know we'll never
Wait 'til tomorrow
Lights out, lights out in London
Hold tight 'til the end
God knows when I'm comin' on [my] run

You keep coming, there's no ending
That's the way it goes
Private thoughts, once been tought
And now it shows

* Repeat

[Solo]

* Repeat

Listen to you is like the moon in june
I've tried a thousand times
Under your feet grass is growin'
Time we said goodbye

* Repeat