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 timesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
