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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 f*ckers 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 f*ckers 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 utopians 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 f*ckers 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 I just want to turn the lights on I just want to turn the lights on I just want to turn the lights on Volatile times I just want to turn the lights on Volatile, volatile times |