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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