Lights Out (Live At the Roundhouse, London 2/4/77) - 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 until tomorrow

Lights out, lights out in London

Hold 'em tight 'til the end

God knows when I'm comin' on my run

You keep comin', there's no runnin'

That's the way it goes

Frightening thoughts, what's been taught

And now it shows

Lights out, lights out in London

Hold 'em tight 'til the end

Better now, you know we'll never

Wait until tomorrow

Lights out, lights out in London

Hold 'em tight 'til the end

God knows when I'm comin' on my run

Lights out, lights out in London

Hold 'em tight 'til the end

Better now you know we'll never

Wait until tomorrow

Lights out, lights out in London

Hold 'em tight 'til the end

God knows when I'm comin' on my run

Listen to you stop moaning too

I tried a thousand times

Under your feet the grass is growin'

Time we said, goodbye

Lights out, lights out in London

Hold 'em tight 'til the end

Better now you know we'll never

Wait till tomorrow

Lights out, lights out in London

Hold 'em tight 'til the end

God knows when I'm comin' on my run

Lights out, lights out in London

Lights out, lights out in London

Lights out, lights out in London