Lights Out - The Michael Schenker Group

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, black boy shoe shines

Pie in the sky dreams

Lights out, lights out in London, hold on tight till the end

Better now you know we’ll never wait till tomorrow

Lights out, lights out in London, hold on 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

Lights out, lights out in London, hold on tight till the end

Better now you know we’ll never wait till tomorrow

Lights out, lights out in London, hold on tight till the end

God knows when I’m coming on (my) run

Lights out, lights out in London, hold on tight till the end

Better now you know we’ll never wait till tomorrow

Lights out, lights out in London, hold on tight till the end

God knows when I’m coming on (my) run

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, hold on tight till the end

Better now you know we’ll never wait till tomorrow

Lights out, lights out in London, hold on tight till the end

God knows when I’m coming on (my) run

Lights out, lights out in London

Lights out, lights out in London