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sex pistols – Is The Queen A Moron?

God save the queen The fascist regime They made you a moron A potential H bomb God save the queen She ain’t no human being And there’s no future In England’s dreaming Don’t be told what you want, you want And 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 We love our queen God saves God save the queen ‘Cause 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 We love our queen God saves God save the queen We mean it man And there’s no future In England’s dreaming 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...

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sex pistols – They Say I Can’t Play Nothing And I’m Stupid

The Christmas cards and greetings are arriving across the shifty sands to the wall By the time I get to read them she’ll be rising to a fifty/fifty chance and nothing more WAR! Through the sleet and drizzle you can hear the sound of soldiers The Kalashnikov and splutter on a sunny day from the east and middle to the north and south and nowhere people earn their bread and butter in some funny ways WAR! Meanwhile… In the corridors of power where the talks are in full swing if you can’t say it with flowers than don’t say anything I want to see my children grow up in to healthy human beings I wanna see them walking, running playing, laughing, and singing WAR! In the corridors of power where the talks are in full swing if you can’t say it with flowers than don’t say anything I’m just outside the home of Christmas now and I’m dying all across the shifty sands there’s blood and guts by the time I get to Jesus she’ll still be crying I guess a fifty/fifty chance wasn’t good...

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sex pistols – No One Is Innocent

God save the sex pistols they’re a bunch of wholesome blokes They just like wearing filthy clothes and swapping filthy jokes God save television keep the programms pure God save William Grundy from falling in manure Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk God save Martin Boorman and nazis on the run They wasn’t being wicked God that was their idea of fun God save Myra Hindley God save Ian Brady Even though he’s horrible and she ain’t what you call a lady Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk God save politicians God save our friends the pigs God save Idi Amin and god save Ronald Biggs God save all us sinners God save your blackest sheep God save the good samaritan and god save the worthless creep Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk Now he says he’s seen the light and...

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sex pistols – 1996 Reunion Chat – Live

Hello, good evening, welcome, to nothing much A no holds barred half-Nelson and the loving touch The comfort and the joy of feeling lost With the only living boy in New Cross Fill another suitcase, with another haul Of hotel towels and toothpaste and the bathroom wall Then wipe the lipstuck hearts and flowers from the glass and chrome Take five or six hot baths and showers and come on home, come on home To the comfort and the joy of feeling lost With the only living boy in New Cross I’ve teamed up with the Hippies now. I’ve got my fringe unfurled I want to give peace, love and kisses out to this whole stinking world The gypsies, the travellers and the thieves The good, the bad, the average and unique The greebos, the crusties and the goths And the only living boy in New Cross Eyes down and I’ll keep you up to date Two fat ladies in 1988 The safe 16 lovers who lied Purley’s Queen and mother makes five Butchered bakers, deaf and dumb waiters Marble Arch criminals and Clause 28ers Authors, authors and plastered outcasts Locked up daughters and rock ‘n’ roll stars Goodbye Rudy, David and Rosie, Abraham and Julianne and anyone who knows me The gypsies, the travellers and the thieves The good, the bad, the average and unique The greebos, the...

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sex pistols – Flowers Of Romance #1

The Christmas cards and greetings are arriving across the shifty sands to the wall By the time I get to read them she’ll be rising to a fifty/fifty chance and nothing more WAR! Through the sleet and drizzle you can hear the sound of soldiers The Kalashnikov and splutter on a sunny day from the east and middle to the north and south and nowhere people earn their bread and butter in some funny ways WAR! Meanwhile… In the corridors of power where the talks are in full swing if you can’t say it with flowers than don’t say anything I want to see my children grow up in to healthy human beings I wanna see them walking, running playing, laughing, and singing WAR! In the corridors of power where the talks are in full swing if you can’t say it with flowers than don’t say anything I’m just outside the home of Christmas now and I’m dying all across the shifty sands there’s blood and guts by the time I get to Jesus she’ll still be crying I guess a fifty/fifty chance wasn’t good...

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