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Top Sex Pistols, Just Me

Turn the page and it's
The scoop of the century
Dont wanna be L seven I had enough of this
This is brainwash and this is a clue
To the stars who fooled you
Tell me why you can't explain
You're only looking for vinyl yeah
Didn't they fool you they wanna be you
Gimme world war three we can live again
You didn't fool me but i fooled you
You wanna be me yeah You wanna be me
You wanna be someone yeah ruin someone
Yeah, Didn't I fool you I ruined you yeah
Didn't I fool you I sussed you out
I got you in the camera and
I got you in my camera
A secund of your life ruined for life
You wanna ruin me in your magazine
You wanna cover us in the margarine
And now is the time to realize
To have real eyes
Down down down down
And I'll take you down on the underground
Down in the dark and down in the crypt
Down in the dark where the typewriter fit
Down with your pen and pad ready to kill
To make me ill
Down wanna be someone you wanna be someone
Ruin someone
Make it as someone you wanna be me ruin me
A typewriter god a black and white king
PVC blackboard books black and white

Top Sex Pistols, Land Of Hope And Glory

God who made thee mighty
Teach me to forget
Here we go
Land of hope and glory
Mother of the free
How shall we extol thee
Who are born of thee
Wider still and wider
Shall thy bounds be set
God who made thee mighty
Make me mightier yet
God who made thee mighty
Make me mightier yet
No regrets
Don't expect
To forget
(The rest of the lyrics)
Land of hope and glory
Mother of the free
How shall we extol thee
Who are born of thee
Wider still and wider
Shall thy bounds be set
God who made thee mightier
Make me mightier yet
God who made thee mighty

Top Sex Pistols, Revolution In The Classroom

Goodbye authority
The ones that would think that you know it all
Just want you on your knees
Behind the classroom door
Where seasons waste away
They teach you how to right and wrong
But there's a price to pay
A price to pay
[CHORUS]
Revolution
In the classroom
Revolution
In the classroom
For more than just a day
They keep us from the game of life
And waste our lives away
Always demanding
You fit into the script
Have you ever heard
You'll even, scream and scream
..And scream
[CHORUS]
For more than just a week
Just take a look at the work they gave you
It gives the game away
Boredom is normal
And power, the order of the day
Stop your heart from beating
And waste your life away
[CHORUS]
Deny the game they play
Just take a look at the world they've made
It gives the game away
Boredom is normal
And the power, the order of the day
Stop your heart from beating
And throw your life away (away)
[CHORUS]
- repeat until end

Top Sex Pistols, Problems (Live)

too many problems
oh why am i here
i don't need to be me
'cos you're all too clear
well i can see
there's something wrong with you
but what do you expect me to do?
at least i gotta know what i wanna be
don't come to me if you need pitty
are you lonely you got no one
you get your body in suspension that's no
problem problem
problem the problem is you
eat your heart out on a plastic tray
you don't do what you want then you'll fade away
you won't find me working nine to five
it's too much fun a being alive
i'm using my feet for my human machine
you won't find me living for the screen
are you lonely all you needs catered
you got your brains dehydrated
problem problem
problem the problem is you
what you gonna do
problem problem
problem the problem is you
what you gonna do with your problem
in a death trip i ain't automatic
you won't find me just staying static
don't you give me any orders
for people like me there is no order
bet you thought you had it all worked out
bet you thought you knew what i was about
bet you thought you'd solved all your problems
but you are the problem
problem problem
problem the problem is you
what you gonna do with your problem
i'll leave it to you
problem ther problem is you
you got a problem
oh what you gonna do
they know a doctor
gonna take you away
they take you away
and throw away the key
they don't want you
and they don't want me
you got a problem
the problem is you
problem problem
problem the problem is you
what you gonna do
problem problem problem
problem problem problem
problem problem problem
problem problem problem

Top Sex Pistols, Seventeen

You're only 29
Got a lot to learn
But when your mummy dies
She will not return
We like noise it's our choice
It's what we wanna do
We don't care about long hairs
I don't wear flares
See my face not a trace
No reality
I don't work I just speed
That's all I need
I'm a lazy sod, I'm lazy sod
I'm a lazy sod I'm so lazy
I'm a lazy sod I'm lazy sod
I'm a lazy sod I'm so lazy
I can't even be bothered

Top Sex Pistols, Satellite (Live)

Suburban kid, ya got no name
Two ton(e) baby and ya got no brain
I bet you're only happy in suburbian dreams
But I'm only laughing cause you ain't in my scheme
Hey baby
I love you
I love you
I love you
I only ever listen when you're on the phone
From your safety where you sit at home
When I got nothin' better to do
Then there is always you
Cause you're good for my shoe
Hey baby
I love you
I love you
I love you
I'm in love
Yeah in love
Oh, can't you feel it?
No I don't like where you come from
It's just a satellite of London
And when you look me in the eye
Just remember that I wanna die
Hey baby
I love you
I love you
I love you
You're the name but you can't tell
Lookin' like you just came outta hell
How did ya figure that'd you'd any use?
All you're gonna get is my abuse
Hey baby
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you

Top Sex Pistols, Satellite

Top Sex Pistols, Rock Around The Clock

One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock, rock
Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock, rock
Nine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, rock
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight
Put your glad rags on and join me, hon
We'll have some fun when the clock strikes one
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight
We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight
When the clock strikes two, three and four
If the band slows down we'll yell for more
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight
We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight
When the chimes ring five, six and seven
We'll be right in seventh heaven
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight
We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight
When it's eight, nine, ten, eleven too
I'll be goin' strong and so will you
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight
We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight
When the clock strikes twelve, we'll cool off then
Start a rockin' round the clock again
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight
We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight

Top Sex Pistols, Submission

I'm on a submarine mission for you baby
I feel the way you were going
I picked you up on my tv screen
I feel your undercurrent flowing
Submission going down down
Dragging me down submission
I can't tell ya what I've found
You've got me pretty deep baby
I can't figure out your watery love
I gotta solve your mystery
Your sitting it out in heaven above
Submission going down down
Dragging me down submission
I can't tell you what I've found
For there's a mystery
Under the sea under a water
Come share it
Submission going down down
Dragging me down submission
I can't tell ya what I've found
'Cos it's a secret
Under the water under the sea
Octopus Rock
Got me pretty deep baby
I can't figure out your watery love
I gotta solve your mystery
Your sitting it out in heaven above
Submission going down down
Dragging me down submission
I can't tell ya what I've found
Submission Submission
Going down down under the sea
I wanna drown drown under the water

Top Sex Pistols, Something Else

Look at that
Here she comes
Here comes that girl again
One of the cutest since I don't know when
But she don't notice me when I pass
She goes with all the guys from outta my class
But that can't stop me from thinkin' to myself
She's sure fine lookin', man, she's something else
Look at that
'Cross the street
There's a car built just for me
To own a car would be a luxury
But right now I can't afford the gas
A brand new convertible is out of my class
But that can't stop me from thinkin' to myself
That car's fine lookin', man, it's something else
Hey, look at that
Just wait and see
Worked hard and saved my dough
I buy that car and then I roll up with Joe
Get me that girl and we go ridin' around
We look real sharp with the wide top down
I keep on dreamin' and thinkin' to myself
When it all comes true, man, that's something else
Hey, look at that
What's all this?
Never thought I'd do this before
But here I'm a-knockin' on her door
My car's out front and it's all mine
It's a '41 job not a '59
I got that girl and I'm thinkin' to myself

Top Sex Pistols, Silly Thing

What you see, you can get
Nothing's free, nothing's said
Don't be fooled by the signs
Don't read in between the lines
What you're gonna say
What you're gonna do
Now you've missed out once again
But I thought you knew
Oh you silly thing
You've really gone and done it now
Oh you silly thing
You really gone and done it now
Trouble here, trouble there
People stop just to stare
What's the use of wasting time
Just move on, leave 'em all behind
What you're gonna say
What you're gonna do
Now you've missed out once again
But I thought you knew
Oh you silly thing
You've really gone and done it now
Oh you silly thing
You've really gone and done it now
Can't you ever depend
On someone you call a friend
When you see the naked eyes
You don't even ask 'em why
You don't even ask 'em why
Oh you silly thing
You've really gone and done it now
Oh you silly thing

Top Sex Pistols, Seventeen (Live)

you're only twentynine
gotta lot to learn
but when your mummy dies
she will not return
we like noise
it's our choise
it's what wanna do
we don't care about long hair
i don't wear flares
see my face not a trace
no reality i don't work
i just speed that's all i need
i'm a lazy sod i'm a lazy sod
i'm a lazy sod i'm so lazy
i'm a lazy sod i'm a lazy sid
i'm a lazy sod i'm so lazy
i can't even be botherd
lazy lazy

Top Sex Pistols, Black Leather

She's all geared up
Walking down the street
I can feel her slime
Looking down her sheet
But well you can't refuse
And you just can't choose
What she's gonna do
I said you can't refuse
And you just can't choose
What she's gonna do
It's late at night
And I'm all alone
I can hear her boot
We're getting near her home
But well you can't refuse
And you just can't choose
What she's gonna do
I said you can't refuse
And you just can't choose
What she's gonna do
Well scratch scratch
She's clawing at the door
Oh no I can't stick anymore
Crack crack
I feel so sore
I never should have asked for
Black leather black leather
Black leather black leather
You can try so high
You know you won't get far
You will let her in
And she'll start again
But well you can't refuse
And you just can't choose
What she's gonna do
I said you can't refuse
And you just can't choose
What she's gonna do
Well scratch scratch
She's clawing at the door
Oh no I can't stick anymore
Crack crack
I feel so sore
I never should have asked for
Black leather black leather
Black leather black leather
Black leather black leather

Top Sex Pistols, Dolls (new York)

An imitation from New York
You're made in Japan from cheese and chalk
You're hippy tarts hero 'cos you put on a bad show
You put on a bad show, oh don't it show
Still, out on those pills
Do you remember?
Think it's swell playing Max's Kansas
You're looking bored and you're acting flash
With nothing in your gut you better keep your mouth shut
You better keep your mouth shut in a rut
Still, out on those pills
Do you remember?
Four years on you still look the same
I think it's 'bout time you changed your brain
You're just a pile of shit, you're coming to this
Poor little faggot, you're sealed with a kiss
Four years on you still look the same
I think it's 'bout time you changed your brain
You're just a pile of shit, you're coming to this
Poor little faggot, you're sealed with a kiss
Still, out on those pills
Thought you cahnged
Looking for a kiss
A kiss, a kiss you're looking for a kiss
Looking for a kiss, you're coming to this
Four years on you still look the same
I think it's 'bout time you changed your brain
A kiss, a kiss, looking for a kiss

Top Sex Pistols, Belsen Was A Gas (Ronnie Biggs Movie Version)

Spoken: Ok this time for real...
"Belsen Was A Gasser"
Belsen was a gas I heard the other day
In the open graves where the Jews all lay
Life is fun and I wish you were here
They wrote on postcards to those held dear
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear....
Dentist search their teeth for gold
Frisk the Jews for bank notes rolled
When they found out what they got
Line them up and shoot the lot
Kill a man, be a man, kill a man...
Wonder what the Jews would say
If I told them where Boorman was today
Would they start a vendetta
You'd better ask Ernie Ledbetter

Top Sex Pistols, No One Is Innocent (The Biggest Blow)

God save the sex pistols they're a bunch of wholesome blokes
They just like wearing filthy clothes and swapping filthy jokes
God save television keep the programms pure
God save William Grundy from falling in manure
Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he's seen the light and he sold his soul to punk
God save Martin Boorman and nazis on the run
They wasn't being wicked God that was their idea of fun
God save Myra Hindley God save Ian Brady
Even though he's horrible and she ain't what you call a lady
Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he's seen the light and he sold his soul to punk
Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he's seen the light and he sold his soul to punk
God save politicians God save our friends the pigs
God save Idi Amin and god save Ronald Biggs
God save all us sinners God save your blackest sheep
God save the good samaritan and god save the worthless creep
Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he's seen the light and he sold his soul to punk
Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he's seen the light and he sold his soul to punk

Top Sex Pistols, Punk Rock Christmas

black sabbath
Its gonna to be
a punk rock christmas this year,
even santas gonna be
a sex pistol for a day
all those christmas trees swinging safety pins from their leaves
its gonna be
a punk rock christmas this year
there are 4 singers changing their styles for a day,
and the queen will sing
anarchy in the UK
and old Mick Jagger will look daft -
strangle a swagger
yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh baby
Rick Wakeman will take up the electric guitar, ha
and Johnny Ramone will get a sled for a car,
theres a group called The Damned, they say
who play the four mournsmen in a play, in a play, in A PLAY!!
its gonna be, haha
a punk rock christmas this year
even santas gonna be
a sex pistol for a day
all those christmas trees swinging safety pins from their leaves
its gonna be
a punk rock christmas this year
(santa and sid having on a conversation about what he wants for christmas)
we're gonna give ya
a punk rock christmas this year
and im gonna give you
a nice sweater all ripped to shreads,
get mum and dad a sheet
get some safety pins for their cheeks
its gonna be
a punk rock christmas this year
a punk rock christmas this year
a punk rock christmas this year
a punk rock christmas this year
you know you love me like you do (punk rock christmas this year)
Whole country's going to the dogs (punk rock christmas this year)
only thing that's left (punk rock christmas this year)

Top Sex Pistols, E. M. I.

There's an unlimited supply
That's why there is no reason why
I tell you it was all a frame
They only did it 'cos of fame
Who?
EMI, EMI, EMI
Too many people had the suss
Too many people support us
An unlimited amount
Too many outlets in and out
Who?
EMI, EMI, EMI, goodbye
Sir and friends are crucified
A day they wished that we had died
We are an addition
We are ruled by-none, never
And you thought that we were faking
That we were all just money making
You do not believe we're for real
Or you would lose your cheap appeal?
Why don't judge a book just by the cover
Unless you cover just another
And blind acceptance is a sign
of stupid fools who stand in line
Like EMI, EMI, EMI
Unlimited edition
With an unlimited supply
That was the only reason
We all had to say goodbye
Unlimited supply
And there is no reason why
I tell you if was all a frame
They only did it 'cos of fame
And I do not need the pressure
I can't stand the useless fools
Unlimited supply
Hallo EMI

Top Sex Pistols, Great Rock 'n' Roll Swindle

People said we couldn't play
The called us foul-mothed yobs
But the only notes that really count
Are the ones that come in wads
They all drowned when the air turned blue
'Cos we didn't give a toss
Filthy lucre, ain't nothing new
But we all get cash from the chaos
The time is right to do it now
The greatest rock'n'roll swindle
The time is right to do it now
E.M.I. said you're out of hand
And they gave us the boot
But they couldn't sack us, just like that
Without giving us the loot
Thank you kindly A & M
They said we were out of bounds
But that ain't bad for two weeks work
And 75,000 pounds
The time is right to do it now
The greatest rock'n'roll swindle
The time is right to do it now
The time is right to do it now
The greatest rock'n'roll swindle
The time is right to do it now
I just wanna play with my hand
Are you good enough for me
Hiya boys I'm the choosen one
Can't you fucking see
I'm a jealous god and I want everything
And I love you with a knife
I'll take you, if you're ready for me
And I'll give you my life
The time is right to do it now
The greatest rock'n'roll swindle
The time is right to do it now
The time is right for Nickey's Special
The greatest rock'n'roll star

Top Sex Pistols, Schools Are Prisons

They took the best years of my life
And made it so I couldn't decide
I don't turn this want
To make beautiful word that goes on and on
And on and on
Those 13 years in prison
Didn't teach me how to love
They say they have their reasons
All coming from above
You can forget the seasons inside your factory
There's one thing they can't teach you is how to feel free
And stand alone in a beautiful world
We have to respond...
Schools are prisons
Forget the seasons
Schools are prisons
Schools are one of the reasons for this waste of the spring
And where to begin
Outside or within
It took the best years of my life
And made it so I couldn't decide
Statistic as in prisons
Statistic as in life
They say they had their reasons
But coming from above
You got what their decisions inside your factory
But one thing they can't teach you is how to feel free
And stand up in the beautiful world
We only respond...
Schools are prisons
Forget the seasons
Schools are prisons
One of the reasons for this waste of the spring
Where to begin
Outside or within
Schools are prisons
Forget the seasons
Schools are prisons
One of the reasons
Schools are prisons
Forget the seasons
Schools are prisons

Top Sex Pistols, No Lip (Alternate Studio Version)

Give no lip child
Don't you do what you need?
Give me no lip child
You know way it's gonna be
If you wanna want true true loving
your ...stock, ...you wanna ...in'
...you wanna ...in'
Don't you give me no lip, child
I don? t need what you say
You're no lip, child,
You're be someone dead
My head, over my ...in, I never stop,
What you wanna .in, what you wanna .in,
No lip, child, no lip, child, I don't need
Yeah, I wanna mean ... nothin'
Yeah, no lip child,
Don't you do that to me,
No lip child, you know way it's gonna be
My head, over my ...in, I never stop,
Your be .in, oh ya be aha
Don't you give me no lip, child
I don? t mean what I say
No lip child, your ...ery won't die
The breakin' over my ...in, you're gonna stop, you're no u-in, you're no u-in,
you're no leave,

Top Sex Pistols, Einmal War Belson Bortrefflich

Belson was a gas I heard the other day
In the open graves where the jews all lay
Life is fun
I wish you were here
They wrote on postcards to those held here
Oh dear
Sergeant majors on the march
Wash their bodies in the starch
See them all die one by one
Guess it's dead guess it's glad
So bad
Belson was a gas I heard the other day
In the open graves where the jews all lay
Life is fun
I wish you were here
They wrote on postcards to those held here
Oh dear
Be a man
Kill a man
Be someone
Kill someone
Be a man

Top Sex Pistols, No Fun (Live)

No fun, my babe no fun
No fun, my babe no fun
No fun to hang around
Feeling that same old way
No fun to hang around
Freaked out for another day
No fun, my babe no fun
No fun, my babe no fun
No fun to be alone
Walking by my self
No fun to be alone
In love with nobody else
Well, maybe go out, maybe stay home
Maybe call Mom on the telephone
Well, come on, well, come on
Well, come on, well, come on
Well, come on, well, come on
Well, come on, well, come on
No fun to be alone
No fun to be alone
Hang on, donÂ´t let me go
No fun to be alone

Top Sex Pistols, Pretty Vacant (Live)

there's no point in asking
you'll get no reply
oh just remember a don't decide
i got no reason it's too all much
you'll always find us out to lunch
oh we're so pretty
oh so pretty we're vacant
oh we're so pretty
oh so pretty
a vacant
don'y ask us to attend
'cos we're not all there
oh don't pretend 'cos i don't care
i don't belive illusions
'cos too much is real
so stop you'r cheap comment
'cos we know what we feel
oh we're so pretty
oh so pretty we're vacant
oh we're so pretty
oh so pretty we're vacant
ah but now and we don't care
there's no piont in asking
you'll get no reply
oh just remember a don't decide
i got no reason it's all too much
you'll always find me out to lunch
we're out on lunch
oh we're so pretty
oh so pretty we're vacant
oh we're so pretty
oh so pretty we're vacant
oh we're so pretty
oh so pretty ah
but now and we don't care
we're pretty
a pretty vacant
we're pretty
a pretty vacant
we're pretty
a pretty vacant
we're pretty
a pretty vacant
and we don't care

Top Sex Pistols, I'm A Lazy Sod (Live)

Top Sex Pistols, No One Is Innocent

Top Sex Pistols, Nookie

Right ! now ! ha ha ha ha ha
I am an antichrist
I am an anarchist
Dont know what I want but
I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passer by cos i
I wanna be anarchy !
No dogs body
Anarchy for the u.k its coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time stop a trafic line
Your future dream is a shopping scheme cos i
I wanna be anarchy !
In the city
How many ways to get what you want
I use the best I use the rest
I use the enemy I use anarchy cos i
I wanna be anarchy !
The only way to be !
Is this the m.p.l.a
Or is this the u.d.a
Or is this the i.r.a
I thought it was the u.k or just
Another country
Another council tenancy
I wanna be an anarchist
Oh what a name

Top Sex Pistols, E.M.I. Unlimited Edition

There's an unlimited supply
And there is no reason why
I tell you it was all a frame
They only did it cos of fame!
Who ?
Too many people had the suss
Too many people support us
An unlimited amount
Too many outlets in and out
Who?
And so our friends are crucified
A day they wish that we had died
We are an addition
We are ruled by none
Never ever neverrrrrraaa
And you thought that we were faking
That we were all just money making
You do not believe we're for real
Or you would lose your cheap appeal
Don't judge a book just by the cover
Unless you cover just another
And blind acceptance is a sign
Of stupid fools who stand in line
Like
Unlimited edition
with an unlimited supply
That was the only reason
we all had to say goodbye!
Unlimited supply (EMI)
There is no reason why (EMI)
I tell you it was all a frame (EMI)
They only did it cos the fame! (EMI)
I do not need the pressure (EMI)
I can't stand the useless fools! (EMI)
Unlimited supply
Hallo EMI

Top Sex Pistols, Einmal Belsen War Wirflich Bortrefflich (Belsen Vos A Gassa)

Belsen was a gas a read the other day
About the open grave where the Jews all lay
Life is fun and I wish you were here
They wrote in post cards to those held dear
Sergeant Majors on the march
Wash the bodies in the starch
See them all die one by one
Guess who's dead? Guess whos glad?
So glad
Belsen was a gas a read the other day
About the open grave where the Jews all lay
Life is fun and I wish you were here
They wrote in post cards to those held dear
Oh dear.

Top Sex Pistols, EMI (Orch)

There's unlimited supply
And there is no reason why
I tell you it was all a frame
They only did it cos of fame
Who?
EMI
EMI
EMI
Too many people had the suss
Too many people support us
An unlimited amount
Too many outlets in and out
Who?
EMI
EMI
EMI
And sir and friends are crucified
A day they wish that we had died
We are an addition
We are ruled by none
Never ever ever
And you thought
That we were faking
That we were all just money making
You do not believe we're for real
Or you would lose our cheap appeal
Dont' judge a book just by the cover
Unless you cover just another
And blind acceptance is a sign
Of fucking fools who stand in line
Like
EMI
EMI
EMI
Unlimited edition
With an unlimited supply
That was the only reason
We all had to say goodbye
Unlimited supply EMI
There is no reason why EMI
I tell you you it was all a frame EMI
They only did it 'cos of fame EMI
I do not need the pressure EMI
I cab't stand the useless fools EMI
Unlimited supply EMI
Hello EMI Goodbye A & M

Top Sex Pistols, Friggin' In The Riggin'

It was on the good ship Venus
By Christ, ya shoulda seen us
The figurehead was a whore in bed
And the mast, a mammoth penis
The captain of this lugger
He was a dirty bugger
He wasn't fit to shovel shit
From one place to another
[Chorus:]
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do
The captain's name was Morgan
By Christ, he was a gorgon
Ten times a day he'd stop and play
With his fuckin' organ
The first mate's name was Cooper
By Christ he was a trooper.
He jerked and jerked until he worked
Himself into a stupor
[Chorus]
The second mate was Andy
By Christ, he had a dandy
Till they crushed his cock on a jagged rock
For cumming in the brandy
The cabin boy was Flipper
He was a fuckin' nipper
He stuffed his ass with broken glass
And circumcised the skipper
[Chorus]
The Captain's wife was Mabel
To fuck she was not able
So the dirty shits, they nailed her tits
Across the barroom table
The Captain had a daughter
Who fell in deep sea water
And by her squeals we knew the eels
Had found 'er sexual quarters

Top Sex Pistols, God Save The Queen

God save the Queen
A fascist regime
They made you a moron
Potential H-bomb
God save the Queen
She ain't no human being
There is no future
In England's dreaming
Don't be told about what you want
Don't be told about what you need
No future, no future, no future for you
God save the Queen
We mean it, man
We love our Queen
God saves
God save the Queen
Tourists are money
But our figurehead
Is not what she seems
God save history
God save your mad parade
Oh Lord, have mercy!
All crimes are paid
When there's no future, how can there be sin?
We're the flowers in the dustbin
We're the poison in the human machine
We're the future, we're the future
God save the Queen
We mean it, man
We love our Queen
God saves
God save the Queen
We mean it, man
We love our Queen
God saves
No future, no future
No future, no future
No future, no future
No future, no future
No future, no future
No future, no future

Top Sex Pistols, God Save The Queen (Symphony)

God save the queen her fascist regime
it made you a moron a potential H bomb !
God save the queen she ain't no human being
there is no future in England's dreaming
Don't be told what you want don't be told what you need
there's no future no future no future for you
God save the queen we mean it man (god save window leen)
we love our queen god saves (god save... human beings)
God save the queen cos tourists are money
and our figurehead is not what she seems
Oh god save history god save your mad parade
Oh lord god have mercy all crimes are paid
When there's no future how can there be sin
we're the flowers in the dustbin
we're the poison in your human machine
we're the future your future
God save the queen we mean it man
there is no future in England's dreaming
No future for you No future for me
No future no future for you

Top Sex Pistols, Here We Go Again

Well I've seen you once or twice
And I think you're rather nice
Tell me what is your name
And will you come again
How far can you spit
Is your voice like grit
Might seem out of tune
But you'll love one day soon
Here we go here we go again
Here we go here we go again
Here we go here we go again
Here we go I just cannot pretend
Here we go we're off again
Here we go here we go again
Here we go I just cannot pretend
Here we go we're off again
Stop waisting my time
Get off of my line
What do you wanna ask
The sun shines out my ass
Well I was never wrong
I wrote all the songs
The same old motor runs

Top Sex Pistols, Holidays In The Sun

A Cheap holiday in other peoples misery!
I don't wanna holiday in the sun
I wanna go to new Belsen
I wanna see some history
'Cause now i got a reasonable economy
Now I got a reason, now I got a reason
Now I got a reason and I'm still waiting
Now I got a reason
Now I got reason to be waiting
The Berlin Wall
Sensurround sound in a two inch wall
Well I was waiting for the communist call
I didn't ask for sunshine and I got World War three
I'm looking over the wall and they're looking at me
Now I got a reason, Now I got a reason
Now I got a reason and I'm still waiting
Now I got a reason,
Now I got a reason to be waiting
The Berlin Wall
Well they're staring all night and
They're staring all day
I had no reason to be here at all
But now i gotta reason it's no real reason
And I'm waiting at the Berlin Wall
Gotta go over the Berlin Wall
I don't understand it....
I gotta go over the wall
I don't understand this bit at all....
Claustropfobia there's too much paranoia
There's too many closets I went in before
And now I gotta reason,
It's no real reason to be waiting
The Berlin Wall
Gotta go over the Berlin Wall
I don't understand it....
I gotta go over the wall
I don't understand this bit at all...

Top Sex Pistols, I Wanna Be Me

Top Sex Pistols, I'm A Lazy Sod

You're only twentynine
Gotta lot to learn
But when your mummy dies
She will not return
We like noise
It's our choise
It's what wanna do
We don't care about long hair
I don't wear flaresSee my face not a trace
No reality I don't work
I just speed that's all I need
I'm a lazy sod I'm a lazy sod
I'm a lazy sod I'm so lazy
I'm a lazy sod I'm a lazy sid
I'm a lazy sod I'm so lazy
I can't even be botherd
Lazy lazy

Top Sex Pistols, Chatterbox (Live)

I said Chatterbox
I said ya squalk a lot
C'mon gimma some lips
Yeah Chatterbox
I call you up
Don't give me no line
I'm comin in your home
On the chatterline
All dressed up
I got nowhere to go
Seems like fun night
On the telephone
Said Chatterbox
I said ya squalk a lot
C'mon gimma some lips
Yeah Chatterbox
C'mon c'mon c'mon
Yeah Chatterbox
C'mon c'mon c'mon
Yeah Chatterbox
I said Chatterbox
I said Chatterbox
I said ya squalk a lot
C'mon gimma some lips
Yeah Chatterbox
Call you up
Don't give me no line
I'm comin in your home
On the telephone
All dressed up
I got nowhere to go
Seems like fun night
On the telephone
I said Chatterbox
I said ya squalk a lot
C'mon gimma some lips
Yeah Chatterbox
C'mon c'mon c'mon
Yeah Chatterbox
C'mon c'mon c'mon
Yeah Chatterbox

Top Sex Pistols, Anarchy In The U.K. / God Save The Queen / Pretty Vacant / No One Is Innocent (Medley)

Right! Now ha ha ha...
I am an antichrist
I am an anarchist
Don't know what I want
But I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passerby
'Cause I wanna be Anarchy
Now don't worry
Anarchy for the UK
It's coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time stop a traffic line
Your future dream is a shopping scheme
'Cause I wanna be Anarchy
In the city
How many ways to get what you want
I use the best
I use the rest
I use the N.M.E
I use Anarchy
'Cause I wanna be Anarchy
It's the only way to be
Is this the M.P.L.A or
Is this the U.D.A or
Is this the I.R.A
I thought it was the UK
Or just another country
Another council tenancy
I wanna be Anarchy
And I wanna be Anarchy
(Oh what a name)
And I wanna be an anarchist
(I get pissed, destroy!)

Top Sex Pistols, Anarchy In The U.K. (Live)

right! now ha,ha
i am an antichrist
i am an anarchist
don't know what i want
but i know how to get it
i wanna destroy the passerby
'cause
i wanna be anarchy
no dogs body
anarchy for the u.k.
it's coming sometime and maybe
i give a wrong time stop a traffic line
you'r future dream is a shopping scheme
cause
i wanna be anarchy
in the city
how many ways to get what you want
i use the best
i use the rest
i use the enemy
i use anarchy
cause
i wanna be anarchy
it's the only way to be
is this the m.p.l.a. or
is this the u.d.a. or
is this the i.r.a.
i thought it was the u.k.
or just another country
another council tenancy
i wanna be anarchy
i wanna be anarchy
oh what a name
and i wanna be an anarchist
get pissed
destroy!

Top Sex Pistols, E.M.I.

There's unlimited supply
And there is no reason why
I tell you it was all a frame
They only did it 'cos of fame
Who?
E.M.I. E.M.I. E.M.I.
Too many people had the suss
Too many people support us
Un unlimited amount
Too many outlets in and out
Who?
E.M.I E.M.I E.M.I
And sir and friends are crucified
A day they wished that we had died
We are an addition
We are ruled by none
Never ever never
And you thought that we were faking
That we were all just money making
You do not believe we're for real
Or you would lose your cheap appeal?
Don't judge a book just by the cover
Unless you cover just another
And blind acceptance is a sign
Of stupid fools who stand in line
Like
E.M.I E.M.I E.M.I
Unlimted edition
With an unlimited supply
That was the only reason
We all had to say goodbye
Unlimited supply (E.M.I)
There is no reason why (E.M.I)
I tell you it was all a frame (E.M.I)
They only did it 'cos of fame (E.M.I)
I do not need the pressure (E.M.I)
I can't stand those useless fools (E.M.I)
Unlimited supply (E.M.I)
Hello E.M.I

Top Sex Pistols, Don't Give Me No Lip Child (Live)

Don't you give me no lip child
don't you talk back to me
you're no lip child
that ain't the way it's gonna be
If you wanna love true, true lovin'
you'd better stop
pushin' and a-shovin'
pushin' and a shovin'
Don't you give me no lip child
and I mean what I say
no lip child
or you'll be someone dead
breakin' outta my lovin'
you'd better stop
pushin' and a-shovin'
pushin' and a-shovin'
pushin' and a-shovin'
No more lip
No lip child
don't you talk back to me
you're no lip child
that ain't the way it's gonna be
breakin' outta my lovin'
you'd better stop
you'll be sorry
you'll be sorry
Oh give me no lip child
and I mean what I say
you're no lip child
you'll be someone dead
you're breakin' outta my lovin'
you'd better stop
you'll be sorry
you'll be sorry
you'll be sorry
No more lip
No lip

Top Sex Pistols, Don't Give Me No Lip Child

Top Sex Pistols, Did You No Wrong (Live)

I don't mind the things that you say
I don't even mind going out of my way
I try and do these things for you
Why should I do it
I'm always untrue
Well, I did you no wrong
I did you no wrong
Going out of your head
I ain't seen you off the screen
But those films are my dreams
And I can't take much more of you
'Cause the bog is no place
to see your face
Can't you see I'm out of my head
Oh can't you see I'm a little insane
Oh can't you see I'm really dead
Going down, down, out of my head
I did you no wrong
I did you no wrong ! HA HA HA !
Going out of my head...

Top Sex Pistols, DID YOU NO WRONG

I don't mind the things that you sayI don't even mind going out of my wayI try and do these things for youWhy should I do it? Our love is untrue
Well, I did you no wrong[Incomprehensible]I did you no wrong
I ain't seen you off the screenBut those films are in my dreamsAnd I can't take more of youThe bog is no place to see your face
Can't you see I'm out of my headCan't you see I'm a little insaneCan't you see I'm out of my headCan't you see I'm living again
Going out of my headOh, I did you no wrongDid you no wrongGoing out of my head, out of my head
No wrongDid you no wrongGoing out of my head, out of my head
I ain't seen you off the screenBut those films are in my dreamsAnd I can't take more of youThe bog is no place to see your face
Oh, can't you see I'm out of my headOh, can't you see [Incomprehensible]Oh, can't you see I'm out of my headOh, can't you see I'm living again

Top Sex Pistols, C'mon Everybody

Well c'mon everybody and let's get together tonight
I got some money in my jeans
And I'm really gonna spend it right
Well I've been doin' my homework all week long
Now to have some fifty and my folk are gone
Ooh! C'mon everybody
Oh well, my baby's number one
But I'm gonna dance with three or four
And the house will be shakin' from the bare feet
A-stampin' on the floor
Well when you here the music, you can't still
If your brother won't rock, your sister will
Ooh! C'mon everybody
Oh well, we really haven't money
But we gotta put a guard outside
If the folks come home
I'm afraid, they're gonna have my hide
There'd be no more movies for a week or two
No more runnin' 'round with the usual crew-who cares?

Top Sex Pistols, Bodies

She was a girl from Birmingham
She just had an abortion
She was case of insanity
Her name was Pauline she lived in a tree
She was a no one who killed her baby
She sent her letter from the country
She was an animal
She was a bloody disgrase
Body I'm not an animal
Body I'm not an animal
Dragged on a table in factory
Illegitimate place to be
In a packet in a lavatory
Die little baby screaming
Body screaming fucking bloody mess
Not an animal
It's an abortion
Body I'm not animal
Mummy I'm not an abortion
Throbbing squirm,
gurgling bloody mess
I'm not an discharge
I'm not a loss in protein
I'm not a throbbing squirm
Fuck this and fuck that
Fuck it all and fuck the fucking brat
She don't wanna baby that looks like that
I don't wanna baby that looks like that
Body I'm not an animal
Body an abortion
Body I'm not an animal
An animal
I'm not an animal.....
I'm not an abortion.....

Top Sex Pistols, Belsen Was A Gas

belsen was a gas i heard the other day in the open graves where the jews all lay life is fun and i wish you were here they wrote on postcards to those so dear oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.... sergeand majors on the march wash the bodies in the starch see them all die one by one guess it's dead guess it's glad so bad, so bad, so bad...

Top Sex Pistols, (I'M NOT YOUR) STEPPING STONE

I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
You're trying to make your mark in society
Using all the tricks that you used on me
You're reading all those high fashion magazines
The clothes you're wearin' girl
are causing public scenes
I said
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
Not your stepping stone
Not your stepping stone
When I first met you girl you didn't have no shoes
Now you're walking 'round like you're front page news
You've been awful careful 'bout the friends you choose
But you won't find my name in your book of Who's Who
I said
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
Not your stepping stone

Top Sex Pistols, 17

You're only 29
Got a lot to learn
But when your business dies
You will not return
We like noise it's our choice
It's what we wanna do
We don't care about long hair
I don't wear
See my face not a trace
No reality
I don't work, I just speed
That's all I need
I'm a lazy sod
I'm a lazy sod
I'm a lazy sod
Lazy
I'm a lazy sod
I'm a lazy sod
I'm a lazy sod

Top Sex Pistols, Anarchy In The U.K.

Right now
I am an Antichrist
I am an anarchist
I know what I want and
I know how to get it
I wanna destroy passerby
'Cause I wanna be anarchy
In the city
Anarchy for the UK
It's coming sometime maybe
I give a wrong time stop a traffic line
Your future dream is a shopping scheme
'Cause I wanna be anarchy
In the city, the only way to be
How many ways
To get what you want?
I use the best, I use the rest
I use the enemy, I use anarchy
'Cause I wanna be anarchy
In the city, follow me
Is this the MPLA?
Or is this the UDA?
Or is this the IRA
I thought it was the UK
Or just another country
Another council tenancy
And I wanna be anarchy
And I wanna be anarchy
And I wanna be anarchy
And I wanna be anarchy
And I wanna be anarchy
Get pissed destroy

Top Sex Pistols, (I'm Not Your) Stepping Stone (Live)

Top Sex Pistols, (PA Trouble)

Too many problems, why am I here?
I don't need to be me cuz you're all to clear-
Goddarned mike!
It's alright.
Hello? Ugh!

Top Sex Pistols, No Future

God save the queen her fascist regime
It made you a moron a potential h bomb !
God save the queen she ain't no human being
There is no future in england's dreaming
Don't be told what you want don't be told what you need
There's no future no future no future for you
God save the queen we mean it man (God save window leen)
We love our queen God saves (God save... human beings)
God save the queen cos tourists are money
And our figurehead is not what she seems
Oh God save history God save your mad parade
Oh lord God have mercy all crimes are paid
When there's no future how can there be sin
We're the flowers in the dustbin
We're the poison in your human machine
We're the future your future
God save the queen we mean it man
There is no future in england's dreaming
No future for you no future for me
No future no future for you

Top Sex Pistols, No Lip

Give no lip child
Don't you do what you need?
Give me no lip child
You know way it's gonna be
If you wanna want true true loving
your ....stock, ...you wanna ...in'
...you wanna ...in'
Don't you give me no lip, child
I don?t need what you say
You're no lip, child,
You're be someone dead
My head, over my ...in, I never stop,
What you wanna ..in, what you wanna ..in,
No lip, child, no lip, child, I don't need
Yeah, I wanna mean ... nothin'
Yeah, no lip child,
Don't you do that to me,
No lip child, you know way it's gonna be
My head, over my ...in, I never stop,
Your be ..in, oh ya be aha
Don't you give me no lip, child
I don?t mean what I say
No lip child, your ...ery won't die
The breakin' over my ...in, you're gonna stop, you're no u-in, you're no u-in,
you're no leave,
No, lip, no lip

Top Sex Pistols, No Fun

No fun, my babe no fun
No fun, my babe no fun
No fun to hang around
Feeling that same old way
No fun to hang around
Freaked out for another day
No fun, my babe no fun
No fun, my babe no fun
No fun to be alone
Walking by my self
No fun to be alone
In love with nobody else
Well, maybe go out,
Maybe stay home
Maybe call Mom on the telephone
Well, come on, well, come on
Well, come on, well, come on
Well, come on, well, come on
Well, come on, well, come on
No fun to be alone
No fun to be alone
Hang on, don't let me go

Top Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols

You're only 29 got a lot to learn
But when your business (mummy) dies she will not return
We make (like) noise it's our choice it's what we wanna do
We don't care about long hairs I don't wear flares
See my face not a trace no reality
I don't work I just speed that's all I need
I'm a lazy sod
Say you're lazy
I'm a lazy sod
I can't even be bothered

Top Sex Pistols, Black Arabs

I am an Antichrist
I am a Anarchist
Don't know what I want but I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passerby
I wanna be anarchy
Ba ba doo ba doo bi doom doom doom doom
God save the queen (God save the queen)
It's a facist regime (God save the queen)
She made you a moroon (God save the queen)
Potential H-Bomb (God save the queen)
God save the queen (God save the queen)
She ain't no human being (God save the queen)
And there's no future (God save the queen)
In England's dream (God save the queen)
No future, no future, no future for you
There's no point in asking
You'll get no reply
So just remember (don't decide)
I got no reason it's all too much
They'll always find us (out to lunch)
We're so pretty, oh so pretty yeah... vacant
We're so pretty, oh so pretty yeah... vacant
Don't ask us what we're doing
Cause we're not all there
I don't pretend cause I don't care
I don't believe illusions
Too much is real
Stop your cheap comment
It's what we feel
We're so pretty, oh so pretty yeah... vacant
We're so pretty, oh so pretty yeah... vacant
We're so pretty, oh so pretty yeah... vacant
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he's seen the light and he sold his soul to punk
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah(yeah yeah yeah)
Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he's seen the light and he sold his soul to punk
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah(yeah yeah yeah)
Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he's seen the light and he sold his soul to punk
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)

Top Sex Pistols, Problems

Too many problems
Oh why am I here
I don't need to be me
'Cos you're all too clear
Well I can see
There's something wrong with you
But what do you excepth me to do?
At least I gotta know what I wanna be
Don't come to me if you need pitty
Are you lonely you got no one
You get your body in suspension
That's no problem problem
Problem the problem is you
Eat your heart out on a plastic tray
You don't do what you want
Then you'll fade away
You won't find me working
Nine to five
It's too much fun a being alive
I'm using my feet for my human machine
You wan't find me living for the screen
Are you lonely all your needs catered
You got your brains dehydrated
Problem problem
Problem the problems is you
What you gonna do
Problem problem
Problem the problems is you
What you gonna do with your problem
In a death trip I ain't automatic
You won't find me just staying static
Don't give me any orders
For people like me
There is no order
Bet you thought you had it all worked out
Bet you thought you knew what I was about
Bet you thought you'd
Solved all your problems
But you are the problem
Problem problem
Problem the problem is you
What you gonna do with your problem
I'll leave it to you
Problem their problem is you
You got a problem
Oh what you gonna do
They know a doctor
Gonna take you away
They take you away
And throw away the key
They don't want you
And they don't want me
You got a problem
The problem is you
Problem the problem is you
What you gonna do
Problem problem problem
Problem problem problem
Problem problem problem

Top Sex Pistols, I Fought the Law

I'm breakin' rocks in the hot sun
I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the law won
I needed money 'cause I had none
I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the law won
I left my baby and I feel so sad
I guess my race is run
But she's the best girl I've ever had
I fought the law and The law won
I fought the law and The law won
Robbin' people with a six-gun
I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the law won
I miss my baby and the good fun
I fought the law and I law won
I fought the law and I law won
I left my baby and I feel so sad
I guess my race is run
But she's the best girl I've ever had
I fought the law and I law won

Top Sex Pistols, Pretty Vacant

There's no point in asking
You'll get no reply
Oh just remember a don't decide
I got no reason it's all too much
You'll always find us
Out to lunch
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
We're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
Vacant
Don't ask us to attend
'Cos we're not all there
Oh don't pretend 'cos I don't care
I don't believe illusions 'cos too much is real
So stop your cheap comment
'Cos we know what we feel
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
We're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
Vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
Ah but now
And we don't care
There's no point in asking
You'll get no reply
Oh just remember a don't decide
I got no reason it's all too much
You'll always find us
Out to lunch
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
We're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
Vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
Ah but now
And we don't care
We're pretty a-pretty vacant

Top Sex Pistols, Joother Voice

Paul(? ): we'll play johnny b. goode; he'll sing through my eyes.
Other voice: (? ? ? )
Paul(? ): tell john. tell him.
Johnny: what?
Paul(? ): tell him. (? ? ? )
Other voice: they wanna play johnny b. goode while you sing through my eyes.
Johnny: god! awright, then.
Paul(? ): ready? go!
Johnny:
If you could see... oh god, fuck off...
Ayanlouisiannayaya new orleans
Awasabadababyanalittle key
Ayainanananananana johnny b. goode
Agogogogogogo johnny b. goode
Agogo, go johnny, gogogogogo
I don't know the words!
Gogogogogogogogogogogyogyuh
Ayayayayastrah yayastrahyayaya
Ayayayayastrah andabanayaya
I wannawannabay, yayayaya
Let's gogo, ago johnny gogogogo
Agogo, go go go go gogogogogogogogogogogogogogo
Go, johnny, go, go
Go! johnny b. goode
Ayayayayayayayayayayayagwuah
Oh, fuck, it's awful!
Hate songs like that!
The pits!
Eeeeeeyayayayay eeeee!
Eeyeah!
Brrrrrah!
Brrrrrayayayayay!
Uah!
'ey, I know, oi, oi, steve -- roadrunner!
Roadrunner!
Roadrun...!
Should we do roadrunner?
'ey, that's fuckin' awful -- stop it.
Stop it; it's fuckin' awful!
Aaah! torture.
Duh ug duh duh duh duh mah eyah
I donno the words!
I donno'ow it starts; I've forgotten it!
Hold on; stop the segment. stop. stop. stop. stop.
Check out what how it starts. what's the first line?
Paul: one, two, three, four, five, six!
Johnny: alright, can you start at the beginning, then?
Paul: roadrunner, roadrunner, (? ? ? )
Johnny: I can't hear you, paul.
Paul: roadrunner, roadrunner, go...
Johnny:
Going faster miles an hour
Euhlalalalala
Awith the radio on
Aroadrunner, roadrunner
Aeuhmuh faster miles an hour
Oh, god, I don't know it...
I drove past the stop 'n' shop
And I wah by the stop 'n' shop
An' I flarala wahbah stop shop
Have the radio on
Have touch with the modern world
I fell in love with the modern world
Fell in love with (? ? ? )
Have the radio on
Roadrunner, roadrunner
Agoin' faster miles an hour
Felt in touch with with modern world
In love with the modern world
Alright, here we go now
Goin' twenty-eight watta power
It's all cold here in the dark
Fifty thousand watts of power
Agoin' faster miles an hour
Awith the radio on
Roadrunner, roadrunner
Oh, god, I don't know it
It's fuckin' ridiculous
Wish I had the words...
Roadrunner, roadrunner
Agoin' faster miles an hour
I felt in touch with the modern world
I fell in love with the modern world
Rockin' modern lover, modern sound, ana mosaround
Modern rockin' runner around, mosaround rockin' modern runner in touch
An' a radio on
I got radio on
A roadrunner, roadrunner
Oh yeah er ah ee ah eh uh
Do we know any other fuckin' beatles songs?
'ey? brrrrrrr!
'ey? do we know an...
'ey? do we know any other fucking songs that we can do?

Top Sex Pistols, Search & Destroy

I'm a street walking cheater with a heart full of napalm
I'm a run-away son of a nuclear A-bomb
I am a world's forgotten boy
the one who's searchin' to destroy
somebody gotta help me please!
somebody gotta save my soul!
baby will ya take my mind?!
look out honey 'cause I'm using technology
ain't got time to make no apology
Soul resurrected in the dead of night
love in the middle of a fire fight
honey got to help me please
somebody gotta save my soul!
baby will ya take my mind?!
Honey, I'm the world's forgotten boy
the one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy
[repeat]
look out honey 'cause I'm using technology
ain't got time to make no apology
Soul resurrected in the dead of night
love in the middle of a fire fight
honey got to help me please
somebody gotta save my soul!
baby will ya take my mind?!
Honey, I'm the world's forgotten boy
the one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy
[repeat]
forgotten boy
forgotten boy

Top Sex Pistols, No Feelings

I've seen you in the mirror
When the story began
And I fell in love with you
I love yer mortal sin
Yer brains are locked away
But I love your company
I only leave you when you got no money
I got no emotions for anybody else
You better understand I'm in love with my self
My beatiful self
A no feelings a no feelings
A no feelings
For anybody else
Hello and goodbye in a run around sue
You follow me around like a pretty pot of glue
I kick you in the head you got nothing to say
Get out of the way 'cos i gotta get away
You never realise I take the piss out of you
You come up and see me and
I'll beat you black and blue
Okay I'll send you away
I got no feelings a no feelings
No feelings for anybody else
Except for my self my beatiful self dear
There aint no moonlight after midnight
I see you stupid people out looking for delight
Well I'm so happy I'm feeling so fine
I'm watching all the rubbish
You're wasting my time
I look around your house and
There's nothing to steal
I kick you in the brains
When you get down to kneel
And pray you pray to your god
No feelings a no feelings
No feelings for anybody else
Except for my self
Your daddy's gone away
Be back another day

Top Sex Pistols, No Feelings (Live)

i've seen you in the mirror
when the story began
and i fell in love with you
i love yer mortal sin
yer brains are locked away
but i love your company
i only ever leave you when you got no money
i got no emotions for anybody else
you better understand i'm in love with my self
my beautiful self
a no feelings a no feelings
a no feelings
for anybody else
hello and goodbye in a run around sue
you follow me around like a pretty pot of glue
i kick you in the head you got nothing to say
get out of the way 'cos i gotta get away
you never realise i take the piss out of you
you come up and see me and i'll beat you black and blue
okay i'll send you away
i got no feelings a no feelings
no feelings for anybody else
exept for my self my beautiful self dear
there aint no moonlight after midnight
i see you stupid people out looking for delight
well i'm so happy i'm feeling so fine
i'm watching all the rubbish you're wasting my time
i look around your house and there's nothing to steal
i kick you in the brains when you get down to kneel
and pray you pray to your god
no feelings a no feelings
no feelings for anybody else
exept for my self
your daddy's gone away
be back another day
see his picture hanging on your wall

Top Sex Pistols, Lazy Sod

Top Sex Pistols, L'anarchie Pour Le U.K.

Moi, je suis l'ant©christ
Moi, je suis l'anarchiste
Ja ne sais pas ce que je
Veux mais je l'aurai
Je veux semer la terreur dans la rue
Car moi, je veux l'anarchie
Anarchie pour UK
Ça y est presque d©j
Je d©sunis Royaume-Uni
Avec ces r¨ves de prisunic !
Oui, moi, je veux l'anarchie
Le temps de la cit©, c'est fini!
Tout est bon pour y arriver
Je prends le meilleur et aussi le reste
Je me sers de mes ennemis
Je me sers de l'anarchie!
Car moi, je veux l'anarchie
Et c'est la seule façon d'ªtre!
Est-ce que c'est l'M.P.L.A.?
Ou bien encore l'U.D.A.?
Ou alors c'est peut-ªtre l'I.R.A.?
Moi, j'ai pen© que c'©tait UK!
Ou un autre pays
On a tous nos bidonvilles
Moi, je suis l'anarchie
Oui, moi, je suis l'anarchie
Et vive l'anarchie
Et moi, je veux ªtre anarchiste

Top Sex Pistols, Liar

Lie lie lie lie liar you lie lie lie lie
Tell me why tell me why
Why d'you have to lie
Should've realised that
Should've told the truth
Should've realised
You know what I'll do
You're in suspension
You're a liar
Now I wanna know know know know
I wanna know why you never
Look me in the face
Broke a confidence just to please
Your ego should've realised
You know what I know
You're in suspension
You're a liar
I know where you go everybody you know
I know everything that do or say
So when you tell lies
I'll always be in your way
I'm nobody's fool and I know all
'Cos I know what I know
You're in suspension you're a liar
You're a liar you're a liar
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
Lie lie lie lie liar you lie lie lie lie
I think you're funny you're funny ha ha
I don't need it don't need your blah blah
Should've realised I know what you are
You're in suspension you're in suspension
You're in suspension you're a liar
You're a liar you're a liar

Top Sex Pistols, Liar (Live)

lie lie lie lie liar you lie lie lie lie lie
tell me why tell me why why d'you have to lie
should've realised that you should've
told the truth should've realised you know what
i'll do
you're in suspension
you're a liar
now i wanna know know know know
i wanna know why you never
look me in the face
broke a confidence just to please
your ego shold've realised
you know what i know
you're in suspension
you're a liar
i know where you go every body you know
i know everything that you do or say
so when you tell lies i'll always be in your way
i'm nobody's fool and i know all 'cos i know
what i know
you're in suspension you're a liar
you're a liar you're liar
lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
lie lie lie lie liar you lie lie lie lie
i think you're funny you're funny ha ha
i don't need it don't need your blah blah
should've realised i know what you are
you're in suspension you're a liar
you're a liar you're a liar
lie lie

Top Sex Pistols, My Way

And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
You cunt, I'm not a queer
I'll state my case of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
And each and every highway
And yet, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
I saw it through without exemption
I've planned each charted course
Each careful step along the highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
There were times,
I'm sure you knew
When there was fuck for
Fuck all else to do
But through it all,
When there was doubt
I shot it up or kicked it out
I faced 'em all and the world
And did it my way
I've loved and been a snide
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now the tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think, I killed a cat
And might I say not in the gay way
Oh no, oh no, not me
I did it my way
For what is a Brat,
What has he got
When he wears hats and he cannot
Say the things he truly feels
But only the words
Of one who kneels
The record shows,
I've shot a bloke

Top Sex Pistols, Lonely Boy

I'm left in misery
A girl I love's gone across the sea
I'm all alone, ain't got no home
Mandy was her name, sleeping was her game
She didn't care about me, oh God, can't you see?
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I need her tender touch, oh, I need it, oh so much
I can't forget, oh, I'm so upset
I wonder where she's gone, I wonder where she went wrong
I wanna get her back to me, but I think she's tired of me
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
Everytime I think of her, it brings back memories
I remember how it used to be, oh baby, can't you see?
Oh baby, come and come back to me
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
Oh my darlin' can't you see?
You're the one that means so much to me
I know, I need your tender touch
I can't wait to feel your crutch, what a crutch
I can't wait to fuck it
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy

Top Sex Pistols, New York (Live)

an imitation from new york
you're made in japan
from cheese and chalk
you're hippy tarts hero
'cos you put on a bad show
you put on a bad show
oh don't it show
still oh out on those pills
oh do you remember
think it's well playing max's kansas
you're looking bored
and you're acting flash
with nothing in your gut
you better keep yer mouth shut
you better keep yer mouth shut
in a rut
still oh out on those pills
do the sambo
you four years on
you still look the same
i think about time
you changed your brain
you're just a pile of shit
you're coming to this
ya poor little faggot
you're sealed with a kiss
kiss me
think it's swell playing in japan
when everybody knows japan is a dishpan
you're just a pile of shit
you're coming to this
you poor little faggot
you're sealed with a kiss
still oh out on those pills
cheap thrills anadins
aspros anything you're condemned
to eternal bullshit
you're sealed with a kiss
kiss me
a kiss a kiss you're sealed with a kiss
a looking for a kiss you're coming to this
i wanna kiss anything oh kiss this eh boy

Top Sex Pistols, New York

An imitation from New York
You're made in Japan from cheese and chalk
You're hippy tarts hero 'cos you put on a bad show
You put on a bad show, oh, don't it show
Still out on those pills
Oh, do you remember?
Think it's swell playing Max's Kansas
You're looking bored and you're acting flash
With nothing in your gut you better keep your mouth shut
You better keep your mouth shut, in a rut
Still out on those pills
Do the sambo
You're four years on, you still look the same
I think it's about time you changed you brain
You're just a pile of shit, you're coming to this
You poor little fagot
You're sealed with a kiss
Kiss me
Think it's swell playing in Japan
When everybody knows Japan is a dishpan
You're just a pile of shit, you're coming to this
You poor little fagot
You're sealed with a kiss
Still out on those pills
Cheap thrills, Anadins, Aspros anything
You're condemned to eternal bullshit
You're sealed with a kiss
Kiss me
A kiss, a kiss, you're sealed with a kiss
A looking for a kiss, you're coming to this
I wanna kiss
You do just about anything
Oh, kiss this
Eh, boy

Top Sex Pistols, No Future (A.k.a. God Save The Queen)

God save the queen
The fascist regime
They made you a moron
Potential H-bomb
God save the queen
She aint no human being
There is no future
In England's dreaming
Don't be told what you want
Don't be told what you need
There's no future no future
No future for you
God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves
God save the queen
'Cos tourists are money
Our figures head
Is not what she seems
Oh god save history
God save your mad parade
Oh lord god have mercy
All crimes are paid
When there's no future
How can there be sin
We're the flowers in the dustbin
We're the poison in your human machine
We're the future you're future
God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves
God save the queen
We mean it man
And there is no future
In England's dreaming
No future no future
No future for you
No future no future
No future for me
No future no future
No future for you
No future no future
No future for you

Top Sex Pistols, Revolution

Goodbye authority
The ones who think that they know it all
Just want you on your knees
Behind the classroom door
Where seasons waste away
They teach you how to right and wrong
But there's a price to pay
A price to pay
Revolution
In the classroom
Revolution
In the classroom
For more than just a day
They keep us from the game of life
And waste our lives away
Always demanding
You fit into the script
Have you ever heard
Your neighbour, scream and scream
..And scream
Revolution
In the classroom
Revolution
In the classroom
For more than just a day
Just take a look at the world they've made
It gives the game away
Boredom is normal
And power the order of the day
Stop your heart from beating
And waste your life away
Revolution
In the classroom
Revolution
In the classroom
Deny the game they play
Just take a look at the world they've made
It gives the game away
Boredom is normal
And power the order of the day
Stop your heart from beating
And throw your life away (away)
Revolution
In the classroom
Revolution
In the classroom
Revolution
In the classroom
Revolution
In the classroom
Revolution

Top Sex Pistols, Tongue

It's all I want
It's all I need
Just some tongue
Can satisfy me
Don't say u're not ready
Because I know you are
Stop Being shy
You crazy ass whore
Chrous:
Gimme some tongue You dirty ole' slut
I need it now
I need it now
Just some tongue can make me do you
I need it now
I need it now
Help me
Oh, god help me
I'm spraying all over the floor
If you don't tongue me now
I'm gonna fuck some other whore
It's true what I do
If you don't tongue I'll fuck someone else
Gimme a blow
Or else i'll choke
(Chorus)
Bridge:
Masterbation
The key of life
If you don't have a girlfriend
But you have a wife
Do it now
Do it hard
or else we'll do it
Put our finger in our drawers

Top Sex Pistols, Sid Vicious

And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain (Ha ha ha!)
You cunt, I'm not a queer
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
And each and every highway
And much, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
But I did .. what I had to do
I'll see it through without redemption
I planned, each chartered course
Be careful thought along the highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
There were times, I'm sure you knew
When there was fuck, fuck fuck else to do
But through it all, when there was doubt
I shot it up, or kicked it out
I faced the wall .. and .. the wall
And did it my way
I've loved in bed last night
I've had my fill, my share of looting
And now, the tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think, I killed a cat
And may I say ..not in the gay way
"But no, no, not me"
"I did it my way"
For what is a prat, what has he got
When he wears hats that he cannot
Say the things he truly feels
But only the words, not what he feels
The record shows, I fucked a bloke

Top Sex Pistols, L'Anarchie Pour L'UK

Moi, je suis l'antichriste.
Moi, je suis l'anarchiste.
Je ne sais pas ce que je veux
Mais je l'aurai.
Je sme la terreur dans la rue
Car moi, je veux l'anarchie.
L'anarchie pour l'U.K.
Ã©a y'est prs, est-ce que, dja?
Dsunis, royaume uni!
Avec ce rve de prix unique!
Oui, moi, je veux l'anarchie.
Dans la cit, c'est Philly!
Tout est bon, pour y arriver.
Je prends le meilleur.
Et aussi le reste.
Je me sers de mes ennemis!
Je me sers, aussi, de l'anarchie!
Car moi, je veux l'anarchie.
Et c'est la seule faon d'tre!
Est-ce que c'est l'M.U.P.L.A?
Ou bien encore, l'U.D.A?
Ou alors c'est I.R.A!
Oui, je pensais que c'tait U.K!
Ou, un autre pays!
On a tous nos bit en ville!
Moi, je suis l'anarchie!
Oui, moi, je suis l'anarchie!
Et, vive l'anarchie!
Oui, moi, je veux tre anarchiste

Top Sex Pistols, Johnny B. Goode / Road Runner

[Paul:] We'll play Johnny B. Goode; he'll sing Through My Eyes.
[Steve Jones:] (???)
[Paul:] Tell John. Tell him.
[Johnny:] What?
[Paul:] Tell him. (???)
[Steve Jones:] They wanna play Johnny B. Goode while you sing Through
my eyes.
[Johnny:] God! Awright, then.
[Paul:] Ready? Go!
[Johnny:]
If you could see... oh God, fuck off...
Ayanlouisiannayaya New Orleans
Awasabadababyanalittle key
Ayainanananananana Johnny B. Goode
Agogogogogogo Johnny B. Goode
Agogo, go Johnny, gogogogogo
I don't know the words!
Gogogogogogogogogogogyogyuh
Ayayayayastrah yayastrahyayaya
Ayayayayastrah andabanayaya
I wannawannabay, yayayaya
Let's gogo, ago Johnny gogogogo
Agogo, go go go go gogogogogogogogogogogogogogo
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go! Johnny B. Goode
Ayayayayayayayayayayayagwuah
Oh, fuck, it's awful!
Hate songs like that!
The pits!
Eeeeeeyayayayay eeeee!
Eeyeah!
Brrrrrah!
Brrrrrayayayayay!
Uah!
'ey, I know, oi, oi, Steve -- Roadrunner!
Roadrunner!
Roadrun...!
Should we do roadrunner?
'ey, that's fuckin' awful -- stop it.
Stop it; it's fuckin' awful!
Aaah! Torture.
Duh ug duh duh duh duh mah eyah
I donno the words!
I donno'ow it starts; I've forgotten it!
Hold on; stop the segment. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.
Check out what how it starts. What's the first line?
[Paul:] One, two, three, four, five, six!
[Johnny:] Alright, can you start at the beginning, then?
[Paul:] Roadrunner, roadrunner, (???)
[Johnny:] I can't hear you, Paul.
[Paul:] Roadrunner, roadrunner, go...
[Johnny:]
Going faster miles an hour
Euhlalalalala
Awith the radio on
Aroadrunner, roadrunner
Aeuhmuh faster miles an hour
Oh, God, I don't know it...
I drove past the Stop 'n' Shop
And I wah by the Stop 'n' Shop
An' I flarala wahbah Stop Shop
Have the radio on
Have touch with the modern world
I fell in love with the modern world
Fell in love with (???)
Have the radio on
Roadrunner, roadrunner
Agoin' faster miles an hour
Felt in touch with with modern world
In love with the modern world
Alright, here we go now
Goin' twenty-eight watta power
It's all cold here in the dark
Fifty thousand watts of power
Agoin' faster miles an hour
Awith the radio on
Roadrunner, roadrunner
Oh, God, I don't know it
It's fuckin' ridiculous
Wish I had the words...
Roadrunner, roadrunner
Agoin' faster miles an hour
I felt in touch with the modern world
I fell in love with the modern world
Rockin' modern lover, modern sound, ana mosaround
Modern rockin' runner around, mosaround rockin' modern runner in
touch
An' a radio on
I got radio on
A roadrunner, roadrunner
Oh yeah er ah ee ah eh uh
Do we know any other fuckin' Beatles songs?
'Ey? Brrrrrrr!
'Ey? Do we know an...
'Ey? Do we know any other fucking songs that we can do?

Top Sex Pistols, You Need Hands

You need hands to hold someone you care for....
When you fear...nobody wants to know you
You need hands to brush away the tears....
When you hold the brand new baby
You need tender hands to guide them all the way
You need hands to thank the Lord for living....
And forgiving us this day....
You need hands to show the world you're happy
And you need hands when you have to stop the bus....
But the hands that we love so dear
Are the hands that we love to hear
Are the hands that You give to us.....

Top Sex Pistols, Substitute (Live)

You think we look pretty good together
You think my shoes are made of leather
But I'm a substitute for another guy
I look pretty tall but my heels are high
The simple things you see are all complicated
I look pretty young, but I'm just back-dated, yeah
Substitute your lies for fact
I can see right through your plastic mac
I look all white, but my dad was black
My fine looking suit is really made out of sack
I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth
The north side of my town faced east, and the east was facing south
And now you dare to look me in the eye
Those crocodile tears are what you cry
It's a genuine problem, you won't try
To work it out at all you just pass it by, pass it by
Substitute me for him
Substitute my coke for gin
Substitute you for my mum
At least I'll get my washing done

Top Sex Pistols, Suburban Kid

Suburban kid, ya got no name
Two ton baby and ya got no brain
I bet you're only happy in suburbian dreams
But I'm only laughing cause you ain't in my scheme
Hey baby
I love you
I love you
I love you
I only ever listen when you're on the phone
From your safety where you sit at home
When I got nothin' better to do
Then there is always you
Cause you're good for my shoe
Hey baby
I love you
I love you
I love you
I'm in love
Yeah in love
Oh, can't you feel it?
No I don't like where you come from
It's just a satellite of London
And when you look me in the eye
Just remember that I wanna die
Hey baby
I love you
I love you
I love you
You're the name but you can't tell
Lookin' like you just came outta hell
How did ya figure that'd you'd any use?
All you're gonna get is my abuse
Hey baby
I love you
I love you
I love you

Top Sex Pistols, The Great Rock 'N Roll Swindle

People said we couldnÂ´t play
The called us foul-mothed yobs
But the only notes that really count
Are the ones that come in wads
They all drowned when the air turned blue
Â´Cos we didnÂ´t give a toss
Filthy lucre, ainÂ´t nothing new
But we all get cash from the chaos
The time is right to do it now
The greatest rockÂ´nÂ´roll swindle
The time is right to do it now
E.M.I. said youÂ´re out of hand
And they gave us the boot
But they couldnÂ´t sack us, just like that
Without giving us the loot
Thank you kindly A & M
They said we were out of bounds
But that ainÂ´t bad for two weeks work
And 75,000 pounds
The time is right to do it now
The greatest rockÂ´nÂ´roll swindle
The time is right to do it now
The time is right to do it now
The greatest rockÂ´nÂ´roll swindle
The time is right to do it now
I just wanna play with my hand
Are you good enough for me
Hiya boys IÂ´m the choosen one
CanÂ´t you fucking see
IÂ´m a jealous god and I want everything
And I love you with a knife
IÂ´ll take you, if youÂ´re ready for me
And IÂ´ll give you my life
The time is right to do it now
The greatest rockÂ´nÂ´roll swindle
The time is right to do it now
The time is right for NickeyÂ´s Special
The greatest rockÂ´nÂ´roll star
The time is right for me, now!

Top Sex Pistols, Who Killed Bambi

Gentle pretty thing
Who only had one spring
You bravely faced the world
Ready for anything
I'm happy that you lived
For your life is mine
What have I except to cry
Spirit never die
Birds of the air
Beasts of the earth
Overjoyed at Bambi's birth they gambolled in the glade
Who killed Bambi?
Murder murder murder
Someone should be angry
The crime of the century
Who shot little Bambi
Never trust a hippie
'Cause I love punky Bambi
I'll kill to find the killer
In that rotten roll army
All the spikey punkers
Believers in the ruins
With one big shout
They all cry out

Top Sex Pistols, Submission (Live)

i'm on a submarine mission for you baby
i feel the way you were going
i picked you up on my tv-screen
i feel your undercurrent flowing
submission going down down
dragging me down submission
i can't tell ya what i've found
you've got me pretty deep baby
i can't figure out your watery love
i gotta solve your mystery
your sitting it out in heaven above
submission going down down
dragging me down submission
i can't tell you what i've found
for there's a mystery
under the sea under a water
come share it
submission going down down
dragging me down submission
i can't tell ya what i've found
'cos it's a secret
under the water under the sea
octopus rock
got me pretty deep baby
i can't figure out your watery love
i gotta solve your mystery
your sitting it out in heaven above
submission going down down
you dragging me down
submission i can't tell ya what i've found
submission submission
going down down under the sea
i wanna drown drown under the water
going down down under the sea

Top Sex Pistols, SUBSTITUTE

Top Sex Pistols, The Mini Album

I WANNA BE ME
Turn the page and its the scoop of the century
Don't wanna be l seven i had enough of this
This is brainwash and this is a clue
To the stars who fooled you
Tell me why you cant explain
You're only looking for vinyl yeah
Didn't they fool you they wanna be you
Gimme world war 3 we can live again
You didn't fool me but i fooled you
You wanna be me yeah you wanna be me
You wanna be someone yeah ruin someone
Yeah, didn't i fool you i ruined you yeah
Didn't i fool you i sussed you out
I got you in the camera and i got you in my camera
A second of your life ruined for life
You wanna ruin me in your magazine
You wanna cover us in margarine
And now is the time to realize to have real eyes
Down down down down and i'll take you down on the underground
Down in the dark and down in the crypt
Down in the dark where the typewriter fit
Down with your pen and pad ready to kill to make me ill
Down wanna be someone wanna be someone
Make it as someone you wanna be me ruin me
A typewriuter god a black and white king
Pvc blackboard books black and white
I wanna be me
SATELLITE
Suburban kid, ya got no name
Two ton(e) baby and ya got no brain
I bet you're only happy in suburbian dreams
But i'm only laughing cause you ain't in my scheme
Hey baby
I love you
I love you
I love you
I only ever listen when you're on the phone
From your safety where you sit at home
When i got nothin' better to do
Then there is always you
Cause you're good for my shoe
Hey baby
I love you
I love you
I love you
I'm in love
Yeah in love
Oh, can't you feel it?
No i don't like where you come from
It's just a satellite of london
And when you look me in the eye
Just remember that i wanna die
Hey baby
I love you
I love you
I love you
You're the name but you can't tell
Lookin' like you just came outta hell
How did ya figure that'd you'd any use?
All you're gonna get is my abuse
Hey baby
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
SEVENTEEN
You're only twentynine
Gotta lot to learn
But when your mummy dies
She will not return
We like noise
It's our choise
It's what wanna do
We don't care about long hair
I don't wear flares
See my face not a trace
No reality i don't work
I just speed that's all i need
I'm a lazy sod i'm a lazy sod
I'm a lazy sod i'm so lazy
I'm a lazy sod i'm a lazy sid
I'm a lazy sod i'm so lazy
I can't even be botherd
Lazy lazy
SUBMISSION
I'm on a submarine mission for you baby
I feel the way you were going
I picked you up on my tv-screen
I feel your undercurrent flowing
Submission going down down
Dragging me down submission
I can't tell ya what i've found
You've got me pretty deep baby
I can't figure out your watery love
I gotta solve your mystery
Your sitting it out in heaven above
Submission going down down
Dragging me down submission
I can't tell you what i've found
For there's a mystery
Under the sea under a water
Come share it
Submission going down down
Dragging me down submission
I can't tell ya what i've found
'cos it's a secret
Under the water under the sea
Octopus rock
Got me pretty deep baby
I can't figure out your watery love
I gotta solve your mystery
Your sitting it out in heaven above
Submission going down down
You dragging me down
Submission i can't tell ya what i've found
Submission submission
Going down down under the sea
I wanna drown drown under the water

Top Sex Pistols, Sex On 45

Hey, hey
Remember that day
In 1976
When London Town was boring
Until along came this
You're only 29
You Gotta lot to learn
I'm a lazy sod
I'm a lazy sd
A no feelings
A no feelings
For anybody else
Except for my self
Turn the page and it's
The scoop of the century
Dont wanna be L seven I had enough of this
This is brainwash and this is a clue
To the stars who fooled you
There's no point in asking you'll get no reply
Oh just remember a don't decide
I got no reason it's too all much
You'll always find us out to lunch, out on lunch
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty we're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty we're vacant
Ah but now and we don't care
God save the queen
The fascist regime
They made you a moron
Potential H-bomb
When there's no future
How can there be sin
We're the flowers in the dustbin
We're the poison in your human machine
We're the future for you
I am an antichrist
I am an anarchist
Don't know what I want
But I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passerby
'Cause I wanna be Anarchy
In the UK
No future no future
No future for you
No future no future
No future for me
No future no future
No future for you
No future no future
No future for you

Top Sex Pistols, WHAT'CHA GONNA DO ABOUT IT

I want you to know that I hate you, baby
want you to know I don't care
so happy when you're not 'round me
I'm glad when you're not there
what'cha gonna do about it
I want you to give me your sweet sweet kisses
want you to hold me tight
I want you to come whenever I call you
and let me walk you home at night

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The Sex Pistols - God Save The Queen

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The Sex Pistols - Never Mind The Bollocks

Sex Pistols - God Save The Queen (HD OFFICAL MUSIC VIDEO)

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The Sex Pistols - My Way

SEX PISTOLS DOCUMENTARY - CLASSIC ALBUMS - NEVER MIND THE BOLLOCKS

Sex Pistols, The Filmography

Died: 1978-01-14

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The Sex Pistols - God Save The Queen

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The Sex Pistols - Full Concert - 01/14/78 - Winterland (OFFICIAL)

Sex Pistols - Holidays In The Sun

The Sex Pistols - Never Mind The Bollocks

Sex Pistols - God Save The Queen (HD OFFICAL MUSIC VIDEO)

MIDNIGHT STUDIOS' Shane Gonzales on Punk Rock Music and Living in Fairfax

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Sex Pistols - Pretty Vacant

Sex pistols "God save the queen" HQ (live 2007)

The Sex Pistols - My Way

SEX PISTOLS DOCUMENTARY - CLASSIC ALBUMS - NEVER MIND THE BOLLOCKS

SEX PISTOLS - NO FEELINGS

Sex Pistols' King of Punks, John Lydon is Brutally Honest About Drugs, Music, Groupies & New Book

Sex Pistols live @ Phoenix Festival 1996 (complete MTV broadcast 1of2)

Sex Pistols Reunion Press Conference - 100 Club, London, 1996

SEX PISTOLS CHANNEL RARE FOOTAGE LIVE + INTERVIEW

Sex Pistols - There'll Always Be An England (intro)+Pretty Vacant - Brixton Academy 01/16 HQ

Sex Pistols - Pretty Vacant (Letterman)

Freddie Mercury Vs. Sid Vicious(Sex Pistols) 1977

The Sex Pistols Interviewed On The Late Late Show

Sex Pistols - Anarchy in the Uk - 1976 - Live

Sex Pistols - Anarchy In The UK [Live From There'll Always Be An England DVD, 2007]

Sex Pistols live @ Mafcentrum Maasbree (Netherlands, dec. 1977)

Sex Pistols - Seventeen (Live in Stockholm 1977)

Sex Pistols At Randy's Rodeo-New York-Sid Hits Guy With Bass.

John Lydon - Sex Pistols swear on live TV 1976

Sex Pistols Live In Sweden 1977 Part One.mov

The Sex Pistols - Pretty Vacant - Live On The Late Late Show

The Sex Pistols - God Save The Queen - 1/14/1978 - Winterland (Official)

Sex Pistols live Anarchy in the U.K. 1976

Sex Pistols "Live In Tokio"

Sex Pistols - God Save The Queen Live

Sex Pistols - Bodies [Live From Brixton Academy 2007] 15

SEX PISTOLS - Anarchy in the UK - rare live at sweden 1977

The Sex Pistols - No Fun - 1/14/1978 - Winterland (Official)

The Sex Pistols - Pretty Vacant - 1/14/1978 - Winterland (Official)

Sex Pistols - EMI (Live At The Winterland USA) (1978) (HD)

Классические альбомы: Sex Pistols - Never Mind The Bollocks

Sex Pistols OVA 01 Sub español [Unica Parte]

I swear that I was there - Episode featured the Sex Pistols Manchester concert from 6-4-1976

The Sex Pistols - That was then... This is now 1988 (Full Episode)

Sex Pistols - Ivanhoe's Huddersfield Xmas 1977 documentary (Edited)

Sex Pistols Soundcheck at Winterland, Jan. 1978

Sex Pistols - Anarchy In The UK - Live [Full Album]

Sex Pistols !!!

[YxY] Sex Pistols OAV 02 vostfr

Sex Pistols - No Future U.K.? (Full Album)

Anarchy In The U.K - Sex Pistols (aula de guitarra)

Yaoi - Sex Pistols Ova 2 PT-BR

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The Sex Pistols Early Daze Dave Goodman Demos

Sex Pistols - Live Tokyo Japan 15-11-1996

Never Mind The Sex Pistols, Here's The Tribute (Full Album)

sex pistols bill grundy interview

Sex Pistols Bill Grundy Interview

Sex Pistols - Bill Grundy Interview 1.12.76

SEX PISTOLS - RARE Interview '77

Swearing - Sex Pistols interview - Today Show - Thames TV

Sex Pistols Rare Radio Interviews

SEX PISTOLS - JOHNNY ROTTEN INTERVIEW 1977

Sid Vicious Full Uncensored interview Hyde Park.