Volatile Times (Glen STRANGERS trip wave Remix)

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