Shoot Out The Lights-Richard Thompson

　　In the dark, who can see his face?

　　In the dark, who can reach him?

　　He hides like a child.

　　He hides like a child.

　　Keeps his finger on the trigger

　　You know he can't stand the day

　　Shoot out the lights.

　　Shoot out the lights.

　　Keep the blind down on the window

　　Ah, keep the pain on the inside

　　Just watching the dark.

　　Just watching the dark.

　　Ah he might laugh but you won't see him

　　As he thunders through the night

　　Shoot out the lights.

　　Shoot out the lights.

　　In the darkness the shadows move

　　In the darkness the game is real

　　Real as a gun.

　　Real as a gun.

　　As he watches the lights of the city

　　And he moves through the night

　　Shoot out the lights.

　　Shoot out the lights.

　　Shoot out the lights.

　　Ah, shoot out the lights.