Wind blows back and the batons charging

It winds all the way

Right to the butt of my gun

Maybe now your time has come



From the back streets there's a rumblin'



Smell of anarchy

No more nice time, bright boy shoe shines

Pie in the sky dreams



* Lights out, lights out in London

Hold 'em tight 'til the end

Better now you know we'll never

Wait 'til tomorrow

Lights out, lights out in London

Hold 'em tight 'til the end

God knows when I'm comin' on [my] run



Heaven help those who help themselves

That's the way it goes

The frightening thoughts of what's been taught

And now it shows



* Repeat



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* Repeat



You keep comin', there's no runnin'

Tried a thousand times

Under your feet grass is growin'

Time we said goodbye



* Repeat



Lights out, lights out in London



Lights out, lights out in London