Volatile Times

Look at me What have I become I am lost, I was once A gentleman But the thief came out In my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuckers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on In these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on In these volatile times Look at me In the apocalypse My European guilt Expecting instant fix I imagine all The brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuckers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on In these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on In these volatile times I drove through countries Like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read, I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuckers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on In these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on In these volatile, volatile times (I just want to turn the lights on) (I just want to turn the lights on) (I just want to turn the lights on) (I just want to turn the lights on)