Lights out (UFO)

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
frightening thoughts 
what's been taught
And now it shows

You keep comin', there's no runnin'
Tried a thousand times
Under your feet grass is growin'
Time we said goodbye

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