|
Look at me, what have I become |
|
I am lost I was once a gentleman |
|
But the thief 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 want to turn the lights on |
|
in these volatile times |
|
I just want to turn the lights on |
|
in these volatile times |
|
Look at me in the apocalypse |
|
My European guilt, expecting instant fix |
|
I imagine all the brutal services |
|
Of ancient infidels |
|
Of all the wounded and the crying witches |
|
Goodbye my friends |
|
Goodbye to the money |
|
Adieu to the fuckers that think that it's funny |
|
I just want to turn the lights on |
|
in these volatile times |
|
I just want to turn the lights on |
|
in these volatile times |
|
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 religion and Coca-Cola |
|
Every book is read and I'm paralyzed |
|
Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired |
|
Goodbye my friends |
|
Goodbye to the money |
|
Adieu to the fuckers that think that it's funny |
|
I just want to turn the lights on |
|
in these volatile times |
|
I just want to turn the lights on |
|
in these volatile, volatile times |
