Volatile Times

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 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 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, 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