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I shot an ol' bottle with my favorite gun just last night. It shattered and the sound made me feel like the king I am. The neighbors all heard and got scared.
Yes that's right, punk is dead. It's just another cheap product for the consumers head. Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors. Schoolboy sedition backed by big time promoters.
You could be away for quite some time. But you'd never leave my foolish mind. You can step right on my foolish heart. You had me hooked, you had me from the start.
Your tactile eyes running over glossy paper. Printed on with tactile lies of glaze and gauze. They say "forget yourself, adorn with this disguise". This womanhood of smooth and tampered whores.
All I am I give to you. You'll honor me, I'll obey you. Rich or poor or come what may. We'll forsake all other love. Just we two, one flesh, one blood.
Who needs lobotomy when we've got the ITV. Who needs ECT when there's good old BBC?. Switch on the set, light up the screen. Fantasise and dream about what you might have been.
Put a face. on the page. into scenes. put a time. to a place. with a theme. . Give it rhythm. meet the strict. rhyming scheme. get it down. write it out.
They're always there high in the skies.... Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare. Pretty as a picture in the generals' eyes. Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare.
I know that you don't love me. I know you hate my guts. I know the nasty things you say. About me, to those sluts. . Well, maybe I'm a weasel. Maybe I'm a liar.
ATTENTION. Piss to the parties, the politicians. The pratt-stud men and their slaughter games.. ATTENTION. Reagan. Thatcher. Andrapov. You stink and kill this earth for your powerful silk-purse morality..
Mother? Mother? Mother?. Chorus: She's the anti-mother, mother is that you?. She's the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you?. It's Myra Hindley on the cover.
You try to play it cool. But you're pissed with me. In the swimming pool. Where you kissed with me. . You're a shiny jewel. Two-fistin' drinks on me. You're a killing tool.
Chorus: Mummy and daddy owned me till I could understand. At the end of my arm was my own fucking hand. In my head I had a brain that they filled up with lies.
We're looking for a better world, but what do we see?. Just hatred, poverty, aggression, misery. So much money spent on war. When three quarters of the world is so helplessly poor.
[Brad]. Give me a Bud and a slice. And leave me alone. If I want your advice, I'll ask ya. They tell me caviar's nice, but I wouldn't know. So what's it to you?.
Ain't it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi. Ain't it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi. Ain't it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi. What a fucking rip off, oi, oi, oi. . Another threatening glance, another macho stance,.
Ohh, there's so much fun. Ohh, there's so much fun. . The party's over, baby. The businessmen are waking up. Its time to go now, baby. Lets move on out and shake it up.
One day I awakened. You left no goodbyes. You left no truth. And you left with no lies. And now it seems. That I'm paralyzed. . I swam against the current.
Our boys have returned as men, our men.. Our men have returned, amen.. . The spoils of war. The hero, the lads, men pulled together for war.. Set out to fight for the Great British flag that was waved by their thousands ashore..