Sex Pistols - Submission

I'm on a submarine mission for you, baby
I feel the way you were going
I picked you up on our TV screen
I feel your undercurrent flowing

Submission
Going down, down, dragging her down
Submission
I can't tell ya what I've found

You've got me pretty deep, baby
I can't figure out your watery love
I gotta solve your mystery
You're sitting it out in Heaven above

Submission
Going down, down, dragging me down
Submission
I can't tell ya what I've found

For there's a mystery
Under the sea, under water
Come share it

Submission
Going down, down, dragging her down
Submission
I can't tell ya what I've found

'Cause it's a secret
Under the water, under the sea
Octopus Rock

Got me pretty deep, baby
I can't figure out your watery love
I gotta solve your mystery
You're sitting it out in Heaven above

Submission
Going down, down, you're dragging her down
Submission
I can't tell ya what I've found

Submission
Submission
Going down, down, under the sea
I wanna drown, drown, under the water
Going down, down, under the sea

Sex Pistols - No Feelings

I've seen you in the mirror when the story began

And I fell in love with you I love your mortal sin

Your 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 myself,

Myself, 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 'cause I gotta get away

You never realize I take the piss out of you

You come up and see me and I'll beat you black and blue

One day I'll send you away

I got no feelings

A no feelings

A no feelings

For anybody else

Except for myself, my beautiful selfish

There ain't no moonlight after midnight

I see you silly 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, you got 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

A no feelings

For anybody else

A no feelings

A no feelings

A no feelings

For anybody else

Except for myself

Your daddy's gone away

Be back another day

See his picture hanging on your wall

Sex Pistols - Pretty Vacant

There's no point in asking, you'll get no reply
Oh just remember I don't decide
I got no reason it's all too much
You'll always find us out to lunch

Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
we're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
A vacant

Don't ask us to attend 'cos we're not all there
Oh don't pretend 'cos I don't care
I don't believe illusions 'cos too much is real
So stop you're cheap comment 'cos we know what we feel

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

There's no point in asking you'll get no reply
Oh just remember a don't decide
I got no reason it's all too much
You'll always find me out to lunch
We're 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
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty ah
But now and we don't care

We're pretty
A pretty vacant
We're pretty
A pretty vacant
We're pretty
A pretty vacant
We're pretty
A pretty vacant

And we don't care

Sex Pistols - Bodies

She was a girl from Birmingham
She just had an abortion
She was case of insanity
Her name was Pauline, she lived in a tree

She was a no one who killed her baby
She sent her letters from the country
She was an animal
She was a bloody disgrace

Body! I'm not an animal
Body! I'm not an animal

Dragged on a table in factory
Illegitimate place to be
In a packet in a lavatory
Die little baby screaming
Body screaming fucking bloody mess
Not an animal
It's an abortion

Body! I'm not animal
Mummy! I'm not an abortion

Throbbing squirm,
gurgling bloody mess
I'm not a discharge
I'm not a loss in protein
I'm not a throbbing squirm

Fuck this and fuck that
Fuck it all and fuck a fucking brat
She don't wanna baby that looks like that
I don't wanna baby that looks like that
Body, I'm not an animal
Body, an abortion

Body! I'm not an animal
Body! I'm not an animal
An animal
I'm not an animal.....
I'm not an abortion.....

Mummy! UGH!

Sex Pistols - Problems

Too many problems
Why I am here
Don’t need to be
Because you’re all too clear
And 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 pity
Are you lonely
You got no one
You got 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 and you’ll fade away
You won’t find me working nine to five
It’s too much fun being alive
I’m using my feet for my human machine
You won’t find me living for the screen
Are you lonely
All needs catered
You got your brains dehydrated
Problem
Problem
Problem
The problem is you
And whatcha gonna do
Problem
Problem

I a death trip
But I ain’t automatic
You won’t find me just staying static
Don’t you give me any order
To 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 solved all your problem
But you are the problem
Problem
Problem
Problem
The problem is you
And whatcha gonna do
With your problem
I’ll leave that to you
Problem
The problem is you
You got a problem
Whatcha gonna do
You’re going to a doctor
Gonna take you away
They’ll take you away
And they’ll throw away the key
They don’t want you and they don’t want me
You got a problem
The problem is you
Problem
What you gonna do
Problem
Have you got a problem
Problem
Have you got a problem
Problem
Problem
Problem

Sex Pistols - God Save the Queen

God save the queen
The fascist regime
They made you a moron
Potential H-bomb

God save the queen
She ain't no human being
There is no future
In England's dreaming

Don't be told what you want
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 is 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
For you

Sex Pistols - Anarchy in the UK

Right! Now! ha ha ha ha ha

I am an anti-christ
I am an anarchist
Don't know what I want but
I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passer by cos I

I wanna be anarchy!
No dogs body!

Anarchy for the U.K it's coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time stop a traffic line
Your future dream is a shopping scheme

'cos I, I wanna be anarchy!
In the city

How many ways to get what you want
I use the best I use the rest
I use the enemy
I use anarchy cos I

I wanna be anarchy!
The only way to be!

Is this the M.P.L.A
Or is this the U.D.A
Or is this the I.R.A
I thought it was the U.K or just
Another country
Another council tenancy

I wanna be anarchy
And I wanna be anarchy
Know what I mean
And I wanna be anarchist!
Get pissed destroy!