From the back streets there is a rumbling and smell of anarchy
No more nice time, bright-boy shoe shines
Pie in the sky dreams

Lights out in London
Hold on tight until the end
Better now you know we’ll never wait until tomorrow
Lights out in London
Hold on tight until the end
God knows when I’m coming on my run

Heaven helps those who help themselves, that’s the way it goes
The frightening thoughts of what’s been taught, and now it shows

Lights out in London
Hold on tight until the end
Better now you know we’ll never wait until tomorrow
Lights out in London
Hold on tight until the end
God knows when I’m coming on my run

You keep coming
There is no running
Tried a thousand times
Under your feet grass is growing
It’s time we said goodbye