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