Lights out for the cynical sharps 
For their wide-eyed foils and all attendant props 
Supporters of flash and pan-fried fucks 
Who grease like cops throwing round their weight 
And I feel dangerous and vexed 
Swinging two ton second guess 
And every motion just cuts too cruel too cruel 
And the implication is that you`re implicated 
Like a caustic acrostic spelling out your name 
Lights out cos I can see in the dark 
Sidewind my way to the mark of fuse lines 
Gas-wet for a spark 
I crash I burn I`ve fully lost it anyway 
And you`re nowhere 
Lights out loser