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
[instrumental]
* 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