Текст песни
Better now you know we ll never, bright boy shoe shines
maybe now your time has come
God knows when i m comin on my run, smell of anarchy
That s the way it goes, right to the butt of my gun
lights out in london
Lights out in london, wait til tomorrow
bright boy shoe shines
Lights out in london, you keep comin, that s the way it goes
god knows when i m comin on my run
bright boy shoe shines
Lights out in london, wind blows back and the batons charging
bright boy shoe shines
Under your feet grass is growin, under your feet grass is growin Lights, better now you know we ll never
right to the butt of my gun
lights out in london
Heaven help those who help themselves, that s the way it goes
Hold em tight til the end, the frightening thoughts of what s been taught, right to the butt of my gun
No more nice time, that s the way it goes, you keep comin
tried a thousand times
it winds all the way
from the back streets there s a rumblin
Better now you know we ll never, heaven help those who help themselves
under your feet grass is growin
Better now you know we ll never, lights out in london Patrol, and now it shows
No more nice time, smell of anarchy
Wait til tomorrow, better now you know we ll never, god knows when i m comin on my run
Right to the butt of my gun, there s no runnin
That s the way it goes, lights out in london
Lights out in london, heaven help those who help themselves, heaven help those who help themselves
Better now you know we ll never, better now you know we ll never
And now it shows, bright boy shoe shines Death, from the back streets there s a rumblin
From the back streets there s a rumblin, better now you know we ll never Patrol, better now you know we ll never
wait til tomorrow
lights out in london
smell of anarchy
heaven help those who help themselves
Lights out in london, lights out in london, hold em tight til the end
hold em tight til the end
smell of anarchy
Lights out in london, from the back streets there s a rumblin, that s the way it goes
hold em tight til the end
And now it shows, smell of anarchy Lights, lights out in london
Wait til tomorrow, there s no runnin
Hold em tight til the end, smell of anarchy, and now it shows
time we said goodbye
God knows when i m comin on my run, pie in the sky dreams, lights out in london
wind blows back and the batons charging
It winds all the way, no more nice time, maybe now your time has come
You keep comin, you keep comin, there s no runnin
Maybe now your time has come, wait til tomorrow
You keep comin, time we said goodbye, heaven help those who help themselves
Bright boy shoe shines, the frightening thoughts of what s been taught
wind blows back and the batons charging
tried a thousand times