Lights out (new version)

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 (1) 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 (1) Repeat