Bright Lights (Instrumental)

The bright lights, the bright lights, the bright lights 
The bright lights, the bright lights, the bright lights 

I thought I might move down to London Town 
I could get in a band, have fun all the year round 
The living down there must be pretty easy 
I could rip up my jeans deliberately 

The streets really must be paved with gold 
If everybody goes WHAM! and has fun on the dole 
Imagine what it would be like for me 
I've seen the pictures in the magazines 

Because I've been down too long now 
I don't understand why 
But something's gotta change soon 
Because I can't just sit and cry 

Something better come right 
Something better come right 
Something better come right soon 

Something got to come right 
Something got to come right 
Something got to come right soon 

The bright lights, the bright lights, the bright lights 
The bright lights, the bright lights, the bright lights 

Something better come right 
Something better come right 
Something better come right soon 

I got down to London and what did I see? 
A thousand policemen all over the street 
The people were shouting and looking at me 
They said 'the Colin Roach's family demand an enquiry' 

I woke up from a terrible dream 
I saw millions of people replaced by machines 
I thought, I've got to change more than my clothes 
If I want to do something more than just pose 


I've been down too long now 
I must go up from here 
Somethings got to change soon 
Because I can't just disappear 
Something's got to come right 
Something's got to come right 
Something's got to come right soon 

Something better come right 
Something better come right 
Something better come right soon