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

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