Lights Out - Live

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 rumbling

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 till the end

Better now you know we'll never

Wait till tomorrow

Lights out, lights out in London
Hold 'em tight till the end
God knows when I'm coming on my run
You keep coming, there's no running

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 'em tight till the end
Better now you know we'll never

Wait till tomorrow

Lights out, lights out in London
Hold 'em tight till the end
God knows when I'm coming on my run
Lights out, lights out in Chicago
Hold 'em tight till the end
Better now you know we'll never

Wait till tomorrow

Lights out, lights out in London
Hold 'em tight till the end
God knows when I'm coming on my run

Listen to you stop moaning too

Tried a thousand times
Under your feet grass is growing
Time we said goodbye
Lights out, lights out in London
Hold 'em tight 'til the end

Better now you know we'll never

Wait till tomorrow

Lights out, lights out in London

Hold 'em tight 'til the end

God knows when I'm comin' on my run