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