Wind blows back and the batons charging
It winds all the way
Right to the butt of my gun
Maybe now your time [bad word] 
From the back streets theres [bad word] 
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 well never
Wait til tomorrow
Lights out, lights out in london
Hold em tight til the end
God knows when [bad word] on [bad word] 
Heaven help those who help themselves
Thats the way it goes
The frightening thoughts of whats been taught
And now it shows

* repeat
 [bad word] 

* repeat

You [bad word]  theres [bad word] Tried a thousand times
Under your feet grass is growin
Time we said goodbye

* repeat

Lights out, lights out in london

Lights out, lights out in london