作词 : Chris Corner 作曲 : Chris Corner 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 ******* 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 ******* 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 ******* 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
作词 : Chris Corner 作曲 : Chris Corner 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 ******* 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 ******* 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 ******* 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
