Right now I am an Antichrist I am an anarchist I know what I want and I know how to get it I wanna destroy passerby 'Cause I wanna be anarchy In the
Let's 'avit! Oi! Yeh! Its gonna to be A punk rock christmas this year, Even santa's gonna be A Sex Pistol for a day All those christmas trees swinging
One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock rock Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock rock Nine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock rock We're gonna rock
You took the best years of my life And made it so I couldn't decide Unable to respond To the beautiful world That goes on and on And on and on And those
What you see, you can get Nothing's free, nothing's said Don't be fooled by the signs Don't read in between the lines What you're gonna say What you'
I'm a street walking cheater with a heart full of napalm I'm a run-away son of a nuclear A-bomb I am a world's forgotten boy the one who's searchin' to
Goodbye authority The ones that would think that you know it all Just want you on your knees Behind the classroom door Where seasons waste away They teach
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
Suburban kid, you got no name Too dumb, baby and you got no brain I bet you're all so happy in suburbian dreams But I'm only laughin' 'cause you ain't
Gentle pretty thing Who only had one spring You bravely faced the world Ready for anything I'm happy that you lived For your life is mine What have I
You need hands to hold someone you care for You need hands to show that you're sincere When you fear nobody wants to know you You need hands to brush
You're only 29 Got a lot to learn But when your business dies You will not return We like noise it's our choice It's what we wanna do We don't care about
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
Duh ug duh duh duh duh mah eyah I donno the words! I donno'ow it starts; I've forgotten it! Hold on; stop the segment. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Check out
It's all I want It's all I need Just some tongue Can satisfy me Don't say u're not ready Because I know you are Stop Being shy You crazy ass whore Chrous
[Incomprehensible] I'm on a submarine mission for you baby Feel the way you were going Picked you up on my TV screen I feel your undercurrent flowing
Hey, hey Remember that day In 1976 (? ) london town was boring We (? ? ) and dance You're only 29 You gotta lot to learn I'm a lazy sod I'm a lazy sd
