Wind blows back and the batons charging
It winds all the way
Right to the butt of my gun
Maybe now your time has comeFrom the back streets there's a rumblingSmell of anarchy
No more nice time, bright boy shoe shines
Pie in the sky dreamsLights 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 runHeaven help those who help themselves
That's the way it goes
The frightening thoughts of what's been taught
And now it showsYou keep coming, there's no running
Tried a thousand times
Under your feet grass is growing
Time we said goodbyeLights out, lights out in LondonLights out, lights out in London
Songwriters
MICHAEL SCHENKER, PHIL MOGG, PETE WAY, ANDY PARKERPublished by
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