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Sex Pistols
The Sex Pistols during the shoot for the "God Save the Queen" promotional video, early 1977. Left to right: Sid Vicious, Johnny Rotten, Paul Cook and Steve Jones.
Background information
Origin	London, England
Genre(s)	Punk rock
Years active	1975–1978 1996 2002–2003 2007–present
Label(s)	EMI, A&M, Virgin, Warner Bros.
Associated acts	Public Image Ltd. The Professionals Malcolm McLaren The Rich Kids Neurotic Outsiders Vicious White Kids Sham Pistols The Ex Pistols Siouxsie and the Banshees The Flowers of Romance
Website	http://www.sexpistolsofficial.com
Members
John Lydon Steve Jones Paul Cook Glen Matlock
Former members
Sid Vicious

The Sex Pistols are an English punk rock band that formed in London in 1975. The Sex Pistols are responsible for initiating the punk movement in the United Kingdom and inspiring many later punk and alternative rock musicians. Although their initial career lasted just two-and-a-half years and produced only four singles and one studio album, Never Mind the Bollocks, Here's the Sex Pistols, they are regarded as one of the most influential acts in the history of popular music.

The Sex Pistols originally comprised vocalist Johnny Rotten, guitarist Steve Jones, drummer Paul Cook and bassist Glen Matlock. Matlock was replaced by Sid Vicious in early 1977. Under the management of impresario Malcolm McLaren, the band created controversies which captivated Britain. Their concerts repeatedly faced difficulties with organisers and authorities and public appearances often ended in mayhem. Their 1977 single "God Save the Queen", attacking Britons' social conformity and deference to the crown, precipitated the "last and greatest outbreak of pop-based moral pandemonium".

In January 1978, at the end of a turbulent US tour, Rotten left the band and announced its breakup. Over the next several months, the three other band members recorded songs for McLaren's film version of the Sex Pistols' story, The Great Rock 'n' Roll Swindle. Vicious died of a heroin overdose in February 1979. In 1996, Rotten, Jones, Cook and Matlock reunited for the Filthy Lucre Tour; since 2002, they have staged further reunion shows and tours. On 24 February 2006, the Sex Pistols were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, but they refused to attend the ceremony, calling the museum "a piss stain".

Hello there, the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in the background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
Where you can always find me
We'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never ends

(miss you, miss you)
(miss you, miss you)

Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting every time
And as I stared I counted
Webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
Stop this pain tonight

Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (miss you miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (miss you miss you)

Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you)

Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (miss you miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (miss you miss you)

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.....
Everybody holds the hands that You give to us...

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

CHORUS
Who killed Bambi? x9

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
Who killed Bambi?

CHORUS x2

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
I love you

("A" - Anita / "R" - Ray)
R: Come on. Check it out, ya'll
A: Come on, come on!
Come on, come on!
R: Check it out! 'The tribal dance!'

(Say that again?)

R: Feel the force, this is your chance
To get control and do the tribal dance
People started dancing a long time ago
The bass was fast, but then again it was slow
Soul, house, hip-hop and blues
It doesn't really matter which music you choose
Start up a dance this is your chance
To come with me and do the tribal dance!

A: You've got to move it feel the temperature
Into the rythym let the fire burn
So get into it-- get into the trance
This is the rhythm of the tribal dance
'The tribal dance!'

R: It started with a tribe who discovered the vibe
Who moved to the rhythm just the way they liked
You hear the treble, you hear the bass
The R-A-Y, yeah is on the case
Feel the fire, feel the flame
Do your thing now, don't be ashamed
I have to go now no offense
I've hooked you up into the tribal dance!

A: Get it into it!
Get into it!
Get into the trance!

A:You've got to move it feel the temperature
Into the rythym let the fire burn
So get into it-- get into the trance
This is the rhythm of the tribal dance
'The tribal dance!'

A: You've got to do the tribal dance!

R: Check it out! C'mon! Take your chance!
Check it out! C'mon! Take your chance!
Check it out! C'mon! Take your chance!
A: Tribal dance!
R: Tribal dance, tribal dance!
A: Yeah! Oh!
R: Tribal dance! Tribal dance!

A:You've got to move it feel the temperature
Into the rythym let the fire burn
So get into it-- get into the trance
This is the rhythm of the tribal dance
'The tribal dance!'

A:You've got to move it feel the temperature
Into the rythym let the fire burn
So get into it-- get into the trance
This is the rhythm of the tribal dance
'The tribal dance!'

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 pot me pretty deep baby
I can't figure out your watery love.
I gotta solve your mystery.
You're sitfing if out in heaven above.

Submission going... (etc.)

For there's a mystery.
Under the sea... Under a water come
(share it)

Submissin going... (etc.)

Cos it's a secret
Under the water... Under the sea
(octopus rock)

You've got me pretty... (etc.)

Submission going... (etc.)

A submission A submission
falling down down under the sea.
I wanna drown drown under the water
Going down down under the sea.

Well did you see the old man, outside the Seamans mission
Memories are fading with the medals that he wears
Did you see the old man, outside the Seamans mission
He's just another hero from this land that doesn't care
So how can you tell me your lonely
Don't say to me that your sun don't shine.
And have you seen the old girl, who walks the streets of
London
She ain't got no money and she's all dressed in rags
Have you seen the old girl, who walks the streets of London

She carries her old knickers in two, polythene bags
So how can you tell me your lonely
Don't say to me that your sun don't shine
Well let me take you by the hand and lead you through the
streets of London
I'll show you something, you'll never understand
Let me take you by the hand and drag you through your
streets of London
I'll show you something, that'll make you really sick

Well let me take you by the hand and lead you through the
streets of London
I'll show you something, we'll never understand
Let me take you by the hand and drag you through the
streets of London
I'll show you something, that'll make you really sick

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
She's sure fine lookin', man, she's something else

What you see, you can't get,
nothing's free, nothing's set,
Don't be fooled by the signs,
don't read in-between the lines.

What you gonna say,
what you gonna do,
man you missed out once again,
but i thought you knew.

(Chorus)

Oh you silly thing, you've really gone and done it now,
Oh you silly thing, you've 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 it all behind.

What you gonna say,
what you gonna do,
man you 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,
oh you silly thing, nothing but trouble that you bring,
and one of these days you're gonna die,
and people will say oh my oh my,
and people will say oh my my my.

Oh you silly thing, you've really gone and done it now,
Oh you silly thing, you've really gone and done it now,
Oh you silly thing, you've really gone and done it now,
Oh you silly thing, you've really gone and done it now.

You took the best years of my life
And made it so I couldn't decide
Unable to respond
To the beautiful world
That goes on and on
And on and on

And those 13 years in prison
Didn't teach me how to love
They say they had their reasons
All coming from above
Don't forget the seasons
Inside your factory
There's one thing they can't teach you
That's how to feel free
And stand alone
In a beautiful world
We have to respond

Schools are prisons
Forgot the seasons
Schools are prisons
What are the reasons for this waste of the spring?
Oh where to begin?
Outside, or within

You took the best years of my life
And made it so I couldn't decide
And 13 years in prison
Didn't teach me how to love
They say they had their reasons
All coming from above
You don't forget the seasons
Inside your factory
One thing they can't teach you
That's how to feel free
And stand alone
In a beautiful world
We have to respond
Schools are prisons
Forgot the seasons
Schools are prisons
What are the reasons?
Schools are prisons
Forgot the seasons
Schools are prisons
What are the reasons for this waste of the spring?

Surburban kid and you got no name
your too dumb baby and you got no brain
i bet you're all so happy in surburbian dream
but i'm only laughing
you ain't in my scheme

baby
i love you
i love you
i love you

i only ever listen when you're on the phone
from your safety-restricted zone home
when i got nothing better to do
then there's always you
you're good for my shoe

hey babe
i love you
i love you
i love you

you look at me and you just can't tell
you're looking like you just came outta hell
acting like a dirty lavatory
there ain't no bid for your chastity

hey baby
i love you
i love you
i love you
i'm in love
i'm really in love

try and join the scene but you're too obscene
you're looking like a big fat baked bean
how did you figure that you'd be any use
when all you're gonna get is my abuse

hey babe
i love you
i love you
i love you

you know i don't like where you come from
it's just a satellite of london
and when you look me i the eye
i just remember i wanna die

hey babe
i love you
i love you
i love you

i can't take no more just stop

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
The time is right for me, now!

Oi
Yeh
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)
Yeh, a punk rock, rock an roll(punk rock christmas this
year)

Too many problems oh why am I here
I don't need to be me
'cos you're all too clear
well and 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 pity

Are you lonely you got no-one
you get your body in suspension

That's no problem
problems, problems
the problem is you
what you gonna do with your problem
(what you gonna do problem)

Eat your heart out on 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 mush 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 needs catered
you got your brains dehydrated


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.


Set you thought you had it all worked out
Bet you thought you knew what I was about
Set you thought
you'd solved all your problems
but you are the problem

Oh what you gonna do with your problem I'll
leave it to you problem the problem is you.
You got a problem Oh what you gonna do
they know a doctor gonna fake 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
problems what you gonna do... (etc.)
problem... (etc.)

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
a-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
a-vacant

Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
Ah but now
and we don't care


There's no point... (etc.)

Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
we're vacant

Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
a-vacant

Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
Ah but now
and we don't care

We're pretty a-pretty vacant
we don't care

Oi! Oi! Oi!
Hear that cry throughout the streets, you know just what it

means
And even to the ignorant, it is what it seems
Through every city's backstreets the kids from all around
they all come to join the fight cause they know the sound
they all try to ignore us, but we wont let 'em win
the wankers try to put us down, but we'll come smashing in

cause we're what's right and they're full of shit

so we're running down the backstreets
oi oi oi
and we're running not afraid
oi oi oi
cause we all know that's the sound of the streets

so we're running down the backstreets
oi oi oi
got our martins on our feets
oi oi oi
and you're allready down the backstreets with me

the kids they come from everywhere the new stage's all
around
cause they all know what it means when they hear the sound

you know what to do when you hear the call
put your boots and earings on, kick down that fucking wall

you can listen to the politicians they'll lead you astray
you're gonna see the light and your gonna see the way
and then you'll know there's nothing like us

and we're running down the backstreets
oi oi oi
and we're never giving in
oi oi oi
cause we all know cause we're gonna fucking win

and we're running down the backstreets
oi oi oi
and we're hear to stay
oi oi oi
and we all know the firm are on they're way

they all try to ignore us but we wont let 'em win
the wankers try to put us down, but we'll come smashing in

cause we're what's right and they're full of shit

and we're running down the backstreets
oi oi oi
and we're running not afraid
oi oi oi
cause we all know that that's the sound of the streets

and we're running down the backstreets
oi oi oi
got our martins on our feet
oi oi oi
and you're allready down the backstreets with me,
down the backstreets with me.

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
Sold his soul Sold his soul Sold his soul to punk

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
No fun to be alone

I've seen you iin 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 myself, myself
My beautiful self

A-no feelings
for anybody else

Hello and goodbye
and 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
for anybody else
(Except for myself
my beautiful self dear)

There ain't no moonlight f
after midnight
I see you stupid people
out looking for delight
well I'm so happy
I'm feeling so tine
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

A-no feelings
for anybody else

except for myself
your daddy's gone away
be back anotfher day
See his picture hanging on your wall

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
oh don't it show

Still oh out on those pills
Oh do you remember

You 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 yer mouth shut you
better keep yer mouth shut
in a rut

Still oh out on those pills
Oh do the sambo


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 litle faggot
you're sealed with a kiss

Still out out on those pills
cheap thrills
Anadins Aspros anything
You're condemned to eternal bull-shit
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

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 saw it through without redemption

I planned, each chartered 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, fuck fuck all 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 and been a snake
I've had my fill, my share of living
And now, the tears subside
I find it all so amusing

To think, I killed a cat
And may I say more them than my 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 that he cannot
Say the things he truly feels
But only the words, not what he feels

The record shows
I've got no clothes
And did it 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

And yes, I´ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
But dig, what I have to fo
I´ll see it through with no devotion
Of that, take care and just
Be careful 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 nothing fucking else to do
But through it all, when there was doubt
I shot it up or kicked it out
I fought the just as before
And did it my way

Knocked out 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, oh no, not their way
But no, no, not me
I did it my way

For what is a brat, what has he got
When he finds out that he cannot
Say the things he truly thinks
But only the words, not what he feels
The record shows, I´ve got no clothes
And did it my way

I lived in misery
the girl I loves go across the see
I'm only lone
I got no bone
Maybe once a day
think that was a game
She didn't care about me
oh god can't you see

Refrain:
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy

I need a tingle touch
sure I need it oh so much
I can't forget
I'm so upset
I wonder where she's gone
I wonder where she were it on
I want to get her back to me
But I'm think she's trying to me.

Refrain:
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy

Every time I think of her
It brings bad memorys
I remember how a chance could be
Oh baby be can to see
Oh baby when you go at to me

Refrain:
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy

Oh my darling can't you see it
you does it one
that means so much to be
no I need your tingle touch
I can't wait to foul your crush
what a crush
I can't wait to foul your crush

Refrain:
I'm a lonely boy

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


How 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 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 a liar
A lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie

Lie lie lie lie
Liar you lie 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 lie

Moi, je suis l'antichrist
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 déjŕ
Je dŠsunis Royaume-Uni
Avec ces r¨ves de prisunic !

Oui, moi, je veux l'anarchie
Le temps de la citŠ, 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'ętre!

Est-ce que c'est l'M.P.L.A.?
Ou bien encore l'U.D.A.?
Ou alors c'est peut-ętre l'I.R.A.?
Moi, j'ai penŠ que c'ętait 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 ętre anarchiste
Et ętre saoul, a en crever !

Paul(?): We'll play Johnny B. Goode; he'll sing Through My
Eyes.

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?
Do we know any other songs that we can do? I can't think of
any.

turn the page and it's the scoop
of the century
don't wanna be L7
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
thy wanna be you

gimme world war three
we can live again
you didn't fool me
i fooled you
you wanna be me
yeah you wanna be me
you wanna be someone
ruin someone
yeah didn't i foll 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 margerine
and now is the time
you got the time
to realise
to have real eyes

down down down down
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
need to be someone
you wanna be me
ruin me
a typewriter god
a black and white king
pvc
blackboard books
black and white
wanna be me

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
I am the law, and I won

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
Not your stepping stone

A cheap holiday in other people's misery

I don't wanna holiday in the sun
I wanna go to the new Belsen
I wanna see some history
'cause now t got a reasonable economy

Oh now I got a reason...
and l'm still waiting
Now I got a reason
to be waiting
the Berlin wall

In 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

Oh now l got a reason...
and I'm still waiting
Now I got a reason
to be waiting
the Berlin wall

They're staring all night
and fhey're staring all day.
l had no reason to be here at all.
But now I got a reason if's no real reason
And I'm waiting at Berlin wall
I gotta go over fhe Berlin wall.
I don't understand it... (etc.)

Claostrophobia there's too much paranoia
there's too many closets
I went in before
And now I got a reason
it's no real reason to be waiting
the Berlin wall

I gotta go over the wall,
I don't understand this bit at all... (etc.)

Please don't be waiting for me.

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
I ain´t no rolling stone

God save the Queen
the fascist regime,
they 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
there's no future
there's 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
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
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
there is no future
in England's dreaming

No future
no future for you
no fufure for me

Fuck you all
fuck this world
fuck everything that we stand for.

Dont give into it all
dont exist
dont disgrace
dont ever judge me

i am the voice that makes you move
i am the voice that makes you move
i am the voice that makes yuo move
I AM THE VOICE THAT MAKES YOU MOVE RAAAAAHHHHHHH

fuck you all
fuck this world
fuck everything that we stand for.

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 rugger
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'
Coz there's fuck all else to do

The first mate'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 was 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

Repeat Chorus to Fade

There's unlimited supply
and there is no reason why
I tell you it was all a frame
they onl1y did it 'cos of fame -
Who? EMI

Too many people had the suss
Too many people support us
An unlimited amount
too many outlets in and out -
Who? EMI

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 EMI

Unlimited edition
with an unlimited supply
That was fhe only reason
we alt had to say goodbye

Unlimited supply
EMI there is no reason why
EMI I tell you if was all a frame
EMI they only did it 'cos of fame
EMI I do not need the pressure
EMI I can't stand the useless fools
EMI unlimited supply
EMI Hallo EMl goodbye A & M

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

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...

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?
C'mon everybody

She was a girl from Birmingham
she just had an abortion
she was a case of insanity
her name was Pauline she lived in a tree

She was a no-one who killed her baby
she sent her letters from the country
she was an animal
she was a bloody disgrace

Body I'm not an animal
Mummy I'm not an abortion

Dragged on a table in a factory
illegitimate place to be
in a packet in a lavatory
die little baby screaming

Body screaming fucking bloody mess
it's not an animal it's an abortion

Body I'm not an animal
Body I'm not an abortion

Throbbing squirm, gurgling bloody mess
I'm not a discharge I'm not a loss in
protein I'm not a throbbing squirm Ah!

Fuck fhis 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 i'm not an abortion

Mummy! Ugh!

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
LAZY !

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
Black leather black leather

Right ! NOW ! ha ha 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 passer by cos I

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
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
Get PISSED DESTROY !