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Sex Pistols lyrics
Album: Chaos [1996]
| No Feelings | |
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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 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'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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| Problems | |
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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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| Substitute | |
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You think we look pretty good together
You think my shoes are made of leather
But I'm a substitute for another guy
I look pretty tall but my heels are high
The simple things you see are all complicated
I look pretty young, but I'm just back-dated, yeah
Substitute your lies for fact
I can see right through your plastic mac
I look all white, but my dad was black
My fine looking suit is really made out of sack
I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth
The north side of my town faced east, and the east was facing south
And now you dare to look me in the eye
Those crocodile tears are what you cry
It's a genuine problem, you won't try
To work it out at all you just pass it by, pass it by
Substitute me for him
Substitute my coke for gin
Substitute you for my mum
At least I'll get my washing done
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| Don't Give Me No Lip Child | |
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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 until end of song]
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