| 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 |