Lights Out (John Peel Session) - UFO

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 rumblin'

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 we’ll never

Wait 'til tomorrow

Lights out, lights out in London

Hold 'em tight 'til the end

God knows when I’m comin' 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

You keep comin', there’s no runnin'

Tried a thousand times

Under your feet grass is growin'

Time we said goodbye

Lights out, lights out in London

Lights out, lights out in London