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 theres 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 well never Wait til tomorrow Lights out, lights out in london Hold em tight til the end God knows when Im comin on [my] run
Heaven help those who help themselves Thats the way it goes The frightening thoughts of whats been taught And now it shows
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You keep comin, theres no runnin Tried a thousand times Under your feet grass is growin Time we said goodbye