Look at me,
what have I become?
I am a lost I was once,
a gentleman.
But the theif came out,
in my London town.
So I must leave you now,
but I will remember,
the ups and the downs!
Goodbye my friends.
Goodbye to the money.
Adieu to the fuckers that,
think that it's funny!
I just wanna turn the lights on,
in these volatile times.
I just wanna turn the lights on,
in these volatile times!
(Music)
Look at me,
in the apocalypse.
My European guilt,
expecting instant fix.
I imagine all,
the brutal services,
of ancient infidels.
And all the wounded,
and crying witches!
Goodbye my friends.
Goodbye to the money.
Adieu to the fuckers that,
think that it's funny!
I just wanna turn the lights on,
in these volatile times.
I just wanna turn the lights on,
in these volatile times!
(Music)
I drove through countries,
like a marching funeral.
In the search of fools,
and utopias.
Along the lonely roads with,
all the empty human souls.
Filling their heavy hearts,
with slum religon and coca cola.
Every book is read,
I'm paralyzed.
Every fist is clenched,
but I'm so tired!
Goodbye my friends.
Goodbye to the money.
Adieu to all the fuckers that,
think that it's funny!
I jsut wanna turn the lights on,
in these volatile times.
I just wanna turn the lights on,
in these volatile,
volatile times.
(Music)
I JUST WANNA TURN THE LIGHTS ON!
I JUST WANNA TURN THE LIGHTS ON!
I JUST WANNA TURN THE LIGHTS ON!
I JUST WANNA TURN THE LIGHTS ON!