IAMX - Volatile Times - Us Version lyrics
[IAMX - Volatile Times - Us Version lyrics]
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 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 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 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 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 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