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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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from Sex Pistols - Filthy Lucre Live [live] (1996)
There's no point in asking us you'll get no reply
I just steam in but I don't decide I got no reason it's all too much you'll always find us Out to lunch ! We're so pretty oh so pretty vacant 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 We're so pretty oh so pretty vacant we're so pretty oh so pretty vacant we're so pretty oh so pretty vacant...now and we don't care There's no point in asking you'll get no reply I just steam in but I don't decide I got no reason it's all too much you'll always find me out to lunch we're so pretty oh so pretty vacant we're so pretty oh so pretty vacant we're so pretty oh so pretty vacant....now and we don't care we're pretty pretty vacant we're pretty pretty vacant we're pretty pretty vacant now and we don't care |
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from Sex Pistols - Filthy Lucre Live [live] (1996)
THER'ES 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. TO MANY PEOPLE HAD THE SUSS TOO MANY PEOPLE SUPPORT US AN 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 A STUPID FOOLS WHO STAND IN LINE LIKE E.M.I. E.M.I. E.M.I. UNLIMITED 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 THE USELESS FOOLS E.M.I. ULIMITED SUPPLY E.M.I. HALLO E.M.I. GOODBYE A & M |
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from Sex Pistols - Filthy Lucre Live [live] (1996)
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 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 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 uk or just another country Another council tenancy i wanna be anarchy I wanna be anarchy oh what a name I wanna be anarchy know what i mean? And i wanna be an anarchist get pissed destroy! |
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from Sex Pistols - Filthy Lucre Live [live] (1996)
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 |
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from Sex Pistols - Jubilee (2002)
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 - Jubilee (2002)
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 - Jubilee (2002)
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 - Jubilee (2002)
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Sex Pistols 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 a 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@ 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 - Jubilee (2002)
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 - Jubilee (2002)
And now the end is near
So I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full I've traveled each and every highway And more, 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 And saw it through without exception I planned each charted course Each careful step along the byway Oh, and more, much more than this I did it my way Yes, there were times, I'm sure you know When I bit off more than I could chew But through it all when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out I faced it all and I stood tall And did it my way I've loved, I've laughed and cried I've had my fails, my share of losing And now as tears subside I find it all so amusing To think I did all that And may I say, not in a shy way Oh, no, no not me I did it my way For what is a man, what has he got If not himself, then he has not To say the words he truly feels And not the words he would reveal The record shows I took the blows And did it my way The record shows I took the blows And did it my way |
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from Sex Pistols - Jubilee (2002)
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 - Jubilee (2002)
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 |
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from Sex Pistols - Jubilee (2002)
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. |
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from Sex Pistols - Jubilee (2002)
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 |
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from Sex Pistols - Jubilee (2002)
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 - Jubilee (2002)
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 |
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from Sex Pistols - Jubilee (2002)
There's an ulimited supply
and there is no reason why I tell you it was all a frame they only did it cos the fame ! Who ? E.M.I Too many people had the suss too many people support us An unlimited amount too many out lets in and out Who ? E.M.I 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 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 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 Unlimited edition with an unlimited supply that was the only reason we all had to say goodbye ! Unlimited supply there is no reason why I tell you it was all a frame they only did it cos the fame ! I do not need the pressure I can't stand the useless fools ! Unlimited supply Hallo E.M.I Goodbye A & M |
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from The Great Rock 'N' Roll Swindle [2012 Remastered Ver. Remastered Version] by Sex Pistols [ost] (1979)
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. |
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from The Great Rock 'N' Roll Swindle [2012 Remastered Ver. Remastered Version] by Sex Pistols [ost] (1979)
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 |
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from The Great Rock 'N' Roll Swindle [2012 Remastered Ver. Remastered Version] by Sex Pistols [ost] (1979)
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 The Great Rock 'N' Roll Swindle [2012 Remastered Ver. Remastered Version] by Sex Pistols [ost] (1979)
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 |
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from The Great Rock 'N' Roll Swindle [2012 Remastered Ver. Remastered Version] by Sex Pistols [ost] (1979)
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 The Great Rock 'N' Roll Swindle [2012 Remastered Ver. Remastered Version] by Sex Pistols [ost] (1979)
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 |
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from Sex Pistols - Kiss This (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 - Kiss This (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 - Kiss This (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 - Kiss This (1992)
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Sex Pistols 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 a 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@ 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 - Kiss This (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 - Kiss This (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 - Kiss This (1992)
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 - Kiss This (1992)
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 (repeat outro) |
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from Sex Pistols - Kiss This (1992)
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 |
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from Sex Pistols - Kiss This (1992)
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 ! Dragged on a table in a factory Illegitimate place to be In a packet in a lavatory die little baby SCREAMING ! Body screamin fucking bloody mess it's not an animal it's an abortion Body I'm not an animal Mummy 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 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 I'm not an abortion I'm not an animal Mummy ! |
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from Sex Pistols - Kiss This (1992)
Seen you in the mirror when the story began and
I fell in love with you I love yer mortal sin Your 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 no feelings for anybody else Hello and goodbye and a runaround 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 getaway 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 No feelings for anybody else except for myself my beautiful self dear Ain't 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 wasting my time I look around your house and there's nothing to steal I kick you in the brain when you get down to kneel and pray you pray to your god Your daddy's gone away be back another day See his picture hanging on your wall. |
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from Sex Pistols - Kiss This (1992)
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 - Kiss This (1992)
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 problem problem problem
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from Sex Pistols - Kiss This (1992)
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 ! |
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from Sex Pistols - Kiss This (1992)
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 going down down under the sea
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from Sex Pistols - Kiss This (1992)
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 eh boy |
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from Sex Pistols - Kiss This (1992)
There's an ulimited supply
and there is no reason why I tell you it was all a frame they only did it cos the fame ! Who ? E.M.I Too many people had the suss too many people support us An unlimited amount too many out lets in and out Who ? E.M.I 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 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 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 Unlimited edition with an unlimited supply that was the only reason we all had to say goodbye ! Unlimited supply there is no reason why I tell you it was all a frame they only did it cos the fame ! I do not need the pressure I can't stand the useless fools ! Unlimited supply Hallo E.M.I Goodbye A & M |
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from Sex Pistols - Kiss This (1992)
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. |
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from Sid Vicious - Sid Sings (2003)
That's the way it goes
This city is so cold And I'm, I'm so sold That's why I know I said hit it, born to lose We're born to lose We're born to lose Oh baby, I'm born to lose, oh Nothing to do Nothing to say Only one thing that I want It's the only way I said hit it, born to lose I said hit it, born to lose I said hit it, born to lose Oh baby, I'm born to lose Baby, I'm born to lose, oh Livin' in a jungle It ain't so hard Livin' in a city It will eat out, eat out your heart I said hit it, born to lose I said hit it, born to lose I said hit it, born to lose Oh baby, I'm born to lose Baby, I'm born to lose Baby, I'm born to lose Baby, I'm born to I said hit it, born to lose I said hit it, born to lose I said hit it, born to lose Oh baby, I'm born to lose Baby, I'm born to lose I said hit it, born to lose I said hit it, born to lose I said hit it, born to lose Oh baby, I'm born to lose Baby, I'm born to lose Baby, I'm born to lose Baby, I'm born to |
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from Sid Vicious - Sid Sings (2003)
Come on
So messed up, I want you here In my room, I want you here Now we are gonna be face to face And I lay right down in my favorite place Now I wanna be your dog Now I wanna be your dog Now I wanna be your dog Now I wanna be your dog I wanna be your dog Come on Now I'm ready to close my eyes Now I'm ready to close my mind Now I'm ready to feel your hand And loose my heart in the burning sand Now I wanna be your dog Now I wanna be your dog Now I wanna be your dog Now I wanna be your dog |
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from Sid Vicious - Sid Sings (2003)
I-I-I-I-I'm not your steppin' stone,
I-I-I-I-I'm not your steppin' stone. You're trying to make your mark in society, You're using all the tricks that you used on me, You're reading all them high-fashion magazines, The clothes you're wearing, girl, they're causing public scenes. I said, I-I-I-I-I'm not your steppin' stone, I-I-I-I-I'm not your steppin' stone. (No!) Not your steppin' stone, Not your steppin' stone, When I first met you, girl, you didn't have no shoes, But, now you're walking around 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 steppin' stone, (No, girl, not me!) I-I-I-I-I'm not your steppin' stone. (No!) Not your steppin' stone, I'm not your steppin' stone, Not your steppin' stone, Not your steppin' stone, Not your steppin' stone, Not your steppin' stone, No, girl, I'm not your steppin' stone, Not your steppin' stone, Not your steppin' stone, Not your steppin' stone, |
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from Sid Vicious - Sid Sings (2003)
Ooh, Ooh, Hey
Yo see it's rare that you find people like us Cause all ya'll other (look) out there doing what i'm doing Or trying to do what im doing, but you can't 'Cause I do what I do my way What about you huh, huh, Come On!!!! I do any and everything you want to Make your girl go oooh-oooh Why's he so fly She beeps me, whenever she wanna get freaky You can get mad if you want Say what ever you want But shes still gonna give it up She likes it my way, my way, You can't satisfy her needs She keeps running back to see me do it My way, my way What I say goes, and I'm in control Bad ass senoritas to sweaters with kicks New kicksit's all in the mix Don't turn no tricks, they turn for me Catchin' bricks don't concern me So forget it Lil midget, my mind on seven digits Before I pay heaven's skies a visit, now it I'm pullin' all stops, lockin' down all spots Sayin' you can't front on me So from this day forth you know I'm all about heat And what I do be the major league That's why your girlfriend's paging me And she know like he know, you don't see her like I see her So she's out the do' Shot gun in my drop havin' fun with the Don, system, Bassun Conversation about how she be chasin' me And facin' me sayin' give it to me now, baby She likes it my way, my way, You can't satasify her needs She keeps running bak to see me do it My way, my way What I say goes, and I'm in control Don't check me It was your girl who let me Take it this far then, ooh-wee She had to have it every chance that she could get But you think I'm a baller And I ain't gonna call her Clip that, you can get mad if you want to Say whatever you want... But she's still gonna give it up She likes it.... She likes it my way, my way, You can't satisfy her needs She keeps running back to see me do it My way, my way What I say goes, and I'm in control |
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from Sid Vicious - Sid Sings (2003)
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 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 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 Be a man be a man Belson was a gas Be a man kill somone kill yourself be a man Be someone kill somone be a man kill yourself |
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from Sid Vicious - Sid Sings (2003)
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, Wow, 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, Wow, she's something else |
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from Sid Vicious - Sid Sings (2003)
Sleight of hand
Hand of Fate Chance you take Life's a snake And it's all in the draw of the cards Lightning strikes Breath of life Red, black or white Watch 'em fall And it's all in the draw of the cards And it's all in the draw of the cards Drop the cards Watch the eyes Down and dirty Let 'em ride Boulevard Small cafe Cavaliers Pass the day The joker laughs From the street He weaves his web Bittersweet (Bittersweet, bittersweet, bittersweet, bittersweet) Ace is high Deuce is low Take the first The rest should go And it's all in the draw of the cards And it's all in the draw of the cards Of the cards, of the cards, of the cards Of the cards, of the cards, of the cards |
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from Sid Vicious - Too Fast To Live, Too Young To Die (2004)
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, Wow, 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, Wow, she's something else |
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from Sid Vicious - Too Fast To Live, Too Young To Die (2004)
Ooh, Ooh, Hey
Yo see it's rare that you find people like us Cause all ya'll other (look) out there doing what i'm doing Or trying to do what im doing, but you can't 'Cause I do what I do my way What about you huh, huh, Come On!!!! I do any and everything you want to Make your girl go oooh-oooh Why's he so fly She beeps me, whenever she wanna get freaky You can get mad if you want Say what ever you want But shes still gonna give it up She likes it my way, my way, You can't satisfy her needs She keeps running back to see me do it My way, my way What I say goes, and I'm in control Bad ass senoritas to sweaters with kicks New kicksit's all in the mix Don't turn no tricks, they turn for me Catchin' bricks don't concern me So forget it Lil midget, my mind on seven digits Before I pay heaven's skies a visit, now it I'm pullin' all stops, lockin' down all spots Sayin' you can't front on me So from this day forth you know I'm all about heat And what I do be the major league That's why your girlfriend's paging me And she know like he know, you don't see her like I see her So she's out the do' Shot gun in my drop havin' fun with the Don, system, Bassun Conversation about how she be chasin' me And facin' me sayin' give it to me now, baby She likes it my way, my way, You can't satasify her needs She keeps running bak to see me do it My way, my way What I say goes, and I'm in control Don't check me It was your girl who let me Take it this far then, ooh-wee She had to have it every chance that she could get But you think I'm a baller And I ain't gonna call her Clip that, you can get mad if you want to Say whatever you want... But she's still gonna give it up She likes it.... She likes it my way, my way, You can't satisfy her needs She keeps running back to see me do it My way, my way What I say goes, and I'm in control |
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from Sid Vicious - Too Fast To Live, Too Young To Die (2004)
That's the way it goes
This city is so cold And I'm, I'm so sold That's why I know I said hit it, born to lose We're born to lose We're born to lose Oh baby, I'm born to lose, oh Nothing to do Nothing to say Only one thing that I want It's the only way I said hit it, born to lose I said hit it, born to lose I said hit it, born to lose Oh baby, I'm born to lose Baby, I'm born to lose, oh Livin' in a jungle It ain't so hard Livin' in a city It will eat out, eat out your heart I said hit it, born to lose I said hit it, born to lose I said hit it, born to lose Oh baby, I'm born to lose Baby, I'm born to lose Baby, I'm born to lose Baby, I'm born to I said hit it, born to lose I said hit it, born to lose I said hit it, born to lose Oh baby, I'm born to lose Baby, I'm born to lose I said hit it, born to lose I said hit it, born to lose I said hit it, born to lose Oh baby, I'm born to lose Baby, I'm born to lose Baby, I'm born to lose Baby, I'm born to |
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from Sid Vicious - Too Fast To Live, Too Young To Die (2004)
Come on
So messed up, I want you here In my room, I want you here Now we are gonna be face to face And I lay right down in my favorite place Now I wanna be your dog Now I wanna be your dog Now I wanna be your dog Now I wanna be your dog I wanna be your dog Come on Now I'm ready to close my eyes Now I'm ready to close my mind Now I'm ready to feel your hand And loose my heart in the burning sand Now I wanna be your dog Now I wanna be your dog Now I wanna be your dog Now I wanna be your dog |
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from Sid Vicious - Too Fast To Live, Too Young To Die (2004)
Ooh, Ooh, Hey
Yo see it's rare that you find people like us Cause all ya'll other (look) out there doing what i'm doing Or trying to do what im doing, but you can't 'Cause I do what I do my way What about you huh, huh, Come On!!!! I do any and everything you want to Make your girl go oooh-oooh Why's he so fly She beeps me, whenever she wanna get freaky You can get mad if you want Say what ever you want But shes still gonna give it up She likes it my way, my way, You can't satisfy her needs She keeps running back to see me do it My way, my way What I say goes, and I'm in control Bad ass senoritas to sweaters with kicks New kicksit's all in the mix Don't turn no tricks, they turn for me Catchin' bricks don't concern me So forget it Lil midget, my mind on seven digits Before I pay heaven's skies a visit, now it I'm pullin' all stops, lockin' down all spots Sayin' you can't front on me So from this day forth you know I'm all about heat And what I do be the major league That's why your girlfriend's paging me And she know like he know, you don't see her like I see her So she's out the do' Shot gun in my drop havin' fun with the Don, system, Bassun Conversation about how she be chasin' me And facin' me sayin' give it to me now, baby She likes it my way, my way, You can't satasify her needs She keeps running bak to see me do it My way, my way What I say goes, and I'm in control Don't check me It was your girl who let me Take it this far then, ooh-wee She had to have it every chance that she could get But you think I'm a baller And I ain't gonna call her Clip that, you can get mad if you want to Say whatever you want... But she's still gonna give it up She likes it.... She likes it my way, my way, You can't satisfy her needs She keeps running back to see me do it My way, my way What I say goes, and I'm in control |
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from Sid Vicious - Too Fast To Live, Too Young To Die (2004)
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, Wow, 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, Wow, she's something else |
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from Sid Vicious - Too Fast To Live, Too Young To Die (2004)
Sleight of hand
Hand of Fate Chance you take Life's a snake And it's all in the draw of the cards Lightning strikes Breath of life Red, black or white Watch 'em fall And it's all in the draw of the cards And it's all in the draw of the cards Drop the cards Watch the eyes Down and dirty Let 'em ride Boulevard Small cafe Cavaliers Pass the day The joker laughs From the street He weaves his web Bittersweet (Bittersweet, bittersweet, bittersweet, bittersweet) Ace is high Deuce is low Take the first The rest should go And it's all in the draw of the cards And it's all in the draw of the cards Of the cards, of the cards, of the cards Of the cards, of the cards, of the cards |
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from Sid Vicious - Too Fast To Live, Too Young To Die (2004)
Ooh, Ooh, Hey
Yo see it's rare that you find people like us Cause all ya'll other (look) out there doing what i'm doing Or trying to do what im doing, but you can't 'Cause I do what I do my way What about you huh, huh, Come On!!!! I do any and everything you want to Make your girl go oooh-oooh Why's he so fly She beeps me, whenever she wanna get freaky You can get mad if you want Say what ever you want But shes still gonna give it up She likes it my way, my way, You can't satisfy her needs She keeps running back to see me do it My way, my way What I say goes, and I'm in control Bad ass senoritas to sweaters with kicks New kicksit's all in the mix Don't turn no tricks, they turn for me Catchin' bricks don't concern me So forget it Lil midget, my mind on seven digits Before I pay heaven's skies a visit, now it I'm pullin' all stops, lockin' down all spots Sayin' you can't front on me So from this day forth you know I'm all about heat And what I do be the major league That's why your girlfriend's paging me And she know like he know, you don't see her like I see her So she's out the do' Shot gun in my drop havin' fun with the Don, system, Bassun Conversation about how she be chasin' me And facin' me sayin' give it to me now, baby She likes it my way, my way, You can't satasify her needs She keeps running bak to see me do it My way, my way What I say goes, and I'm in control Don't check me It was your girl who let me Take it this far then, ooh-wee She had to have it every chance that she could get But you think I'm a baller And I ain't gonna call her Clip that, you can get mad if you want to Say whatever you want... But she's still gonna give it up She likes it.... She likes it my way, my way, You can't satisfy her needs She keeps running back to see me do it My way, my way What I say goes, and I'm in control |
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from Sid Vicious - Too Fast To Live, Too Young To Die (2004)
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, Wow, 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, Wow, she's something else |
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from Freddy Got Fingered (2004)
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 problem problem problem
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