Song Lyrics

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

Heaven help those who help themselves
That's the way it goes
The frightening thoughts of what's been taught
And now it shows

You keep coming, there's no running
Tried a thousand times
Under your feet grass is growing
Time we said goodbye

Lights out, lights out in London

Lights out, lights out in London

Andy Parker, Michael Schenker, Pete Way, Phil Mogg