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from Sex Pistols - Flogging A Dead Horse (1992)
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 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 Get PISSED DESTROY ! |
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from Sex Pistols - Flogging A Dead Horse (1992)
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 I wanna be me |
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from Sex Pistols - Flogging A Dead Horse (1992)
God save the queen
God save the queen The 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 what you need There's no future God save the gueen We mean it man We love our queen God saves God save the queen 'Cos tourists are money Our figures head Is not what whe weens 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 ba 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 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 on future No future for me No future No future No future for you No future no future No future for you No future no future for you |
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from Sex Pistols - Flogging A Dead Horse (1992)
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 my 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 Oh 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 going out of my head 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 I did you no wrong I did you no wrong I did you no wrong Going out of my 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 Oh 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 out of my head Oh can't you see I'm really dead I did you no wrong I did you no wrong! HA HA HA! Going out of my head |
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from Sex Pistols - Flogging A Dead Horse (1992)
there's no point in asking you'll get no reply oh just remember i 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'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 you're 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 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 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
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from Sex Pistols - Flogging A Dead Horse (1992)
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, dont let me go No fun to be alone |
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from Sex Pistols - Flogging A Dead Horse (1992)
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 progrmas 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 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
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from Sex Pistols - Flogging A Dead Horse (1992)
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 |
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from Sex Pistols - Flogging A Dead Horse (1992)
People said we couldn't play
They 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! |
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from Sex Pistols - Filthy Lucre Live [live] (1996)
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..... Mummy! UGH! |
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from Sex Pistols - Filthy Lucre Live [live] (1996)
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 Lazy Lazy |
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from Sex Pistols - Filthy Lucre Live [live] (1996)
An immitation from New York
You're made in Japan From cheese and chalk You're hipy tarts hero 'cos you put on bad show Oh don't it show Still oh out on those pills Oh do you remember Think it is 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 litlle faggot You're sealed with a kiss Kiss me Think it's well playing in Japan When everybody knows Japan is a dishpan You're just a pile of shit You're coming to this Ya poor litlle 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 gay boy |
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from Sex Pistols - Filthy Lucre Live [live] (1996)
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 FUCKERS 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 |
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from Sex Pistols - Filthy Lucre Live [live] (1996)
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... |
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from Sex Pistols - Filthy Lucre Live [live] (1996)
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 |
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from Sex Pistols - Filthy Lucre Live [live] (1996)
Lie lie lie lie liar you lie
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 I wanna known why you never look me in the face Broke a confidence just to please your ego should've realised you know what I know I know where you go everybody you know I know everything that you do or say so when you tell lies I always be in your way I'm nobody's fool and I know all cos I know what I know 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 LIE LIE LIE LIE |
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from Sex Pistols - Filthy Lucre Live [live] (1996)
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 |
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from Sex Pistols - Filthy Lucre Live [live] (1996)
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 Your using all the tricks that you used on me. I read about you baby in those magazines The clothes you're wearin' girl are makin' scenes. 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 had no shoes Now you're walking ' like you're front page news. You've been un-faithful about the friends you choose You won't find me in your book of Who's. 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. Im not a steppin stone Im not your stone again Im not a crock I I I I I'm not your stepping stone I I I I I'm Not a stepping stone, You're tryin to make your mark in society Your usin' all the tricks that ya used on me I read about ya baby in those magazines The shit your wearin is torn at the seams I I I I I'm not your steppin stone I I I I I'm not your steppin stone I I I I I'm not your stone |
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from Sex Pistols - Filthy Lucre Live [live] (1996)
A Cheep 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... Please don't be waiting for me |
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from Sex Pistols - Filthy Lucre Live [live] (1996)
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 |
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