Sex Pistols Lyrics
* Sex On 45
Hey, hey Remember that day In 1976 When London Town was boring Until along came this You're only 29 You Gotta lot to learn I'm a lazy sod I'm a lazy sod A no feelings A no feelings For anybody else Except for my self Turn the page and it's The scoop of the century Don't wanna be L seven I had enough of this This is brainwash and this is a clue To the stars who fooled you There's no point in asking you'll get no reply Oh just remember a don't decide I got no reason it's too all much You'll always find us out to lunch, out on lunch Oh we're so pretty Oh so pretty we're vacant Oh we're so pretty Oh so pretty we're vacant Ah but now and we don't care God save the queen The fascist regime They made you a moron Potential H-bomb When there's no future How can there be sin We're the flowers in the dustbin We're the poison in your human machine We're the future for you I am an antichrist I am an anarchist Don't know what I want But I know how to get it I wanna destroy the passerby 'Cause I wanna be Anarchy In the UK No future no future No future for you No future no future No future for me No future no future No future for you No future no future No future for you No future no future for you
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