Lights Out '95

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 them tight till the end Better now you know we'll never Wait till tomorrow Lights out, lights out in London Hold them tight till the end God knows when I'm comin' on my run You keep comin', there's no runnin' That's the way it goes The frightening thoughts of what's been taught And now it shows Lights out, lights out in London Hold them tight till the end Better now you know we'll never Wait till tomorrow Lights out, lights out in London Hold them tight till the end God knows when I'm comin' on my run Lights out, lights out in London Hold them tight till the end Better now you know we'll never Wait till tomorrow Lights out, lights out in London Hold them tight till the end God knows when I'm comin' on my run Listen to you is like the moon in June I've tried a thousand times Under your feet the grass is growin' Time we said goodbye Lights out, lights out in London Hold them tight till the end Better now you know we'll never Wait till tomorrow Lights out, lights out in London Hold them tight till the end God knows when I'm comin' on my run Lights out, lights out in London Lights out, lights out in London Lights out, lights out in London