LYRICS
Friggin' In The Riggin'
I Wanna Be Me
Turn the page and it's scoop of the century
Don't warìna be L.Seven. I had enough of this
This is brain wash and this is a due to the stars
Who fooled you teli me why
You can't explain
You're only looking for vinyl yeah
Didn't they fool you they wanna be ou
Gimme world war three,we can uve again,
You didn't fool me,
But I fooled you, you wanna be me,
Yeah, you wanna be me,
You wanna be someone, ruin someone,
Yeah, didn't I fool you,
I ruined you, yeah, didn't I fool )TOU
I sussed YOU out.
I get you in the camera
And I got you in my camera
A second of your life, ruined for life,
You wanna ruin me in your magazine,
You wanna cover us in marganne,
And now is the time, you got the lime
To realise, to have real eyes. Now...
Down down down down and l'li take ou down
On the Underground,
Down in the dark and down in the crypt,
Down in the dark were the typewriter fit
Down with your pen and pad, ready to kill,
To make me i11 down
I wanna be someone I wanna someone,
Make it as someone, you wanna be me v
Ruine me, a typewriter God,
A black and white king
P.V.C. blackboard books,
Black and white
I wanna be me
(Rotten/Cook/JoneslMatlOck)
Substitute
You think we look pretty good together
You think my shods are made of ieather
But I was a substitute for another guy
I iook pretty tali but my heeis are high
The dvii things you see are complicated
I iook pretty young Mt I am just backfacing
Substitute, your lies were cracked
Substitute, my shoes were made out of sag
I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth
You know how much I care to what you do me flOW
And now you dare to iook me in the eye
Don't bother the tears of what you cry
If I teli you I have a probiem you wern't try
Io work it out and try to testif" testify?
(Townshend)
PrettyVacant
There's no point in asking you'Il get no reply
Oh just remember a don't decide
I got no reson it's all too much
You always find us out to lunch
Oh we're so pretty oh so pretty
We're vacant
Ask us to attend `cos we're not all there
Oh don't pretend `cos I don't care
I don't believe ìììusions `cos too much is real
So stop your cheap comment `cos we know what we feel
Oh were so pretty Oh so pretty
We're vacant
Oh we're so pretty oh so pretty
Oh we're so pretty oh so pretty
Ah but now
And we don't care
We're pretty a pretty vacant and we don't care
(Rotten/Cook/IOfleS/MatlOck)
God Save The Queen
God save the Queen
The fascist regime
They made you a moron
A potentiai H-bomb
God save the Queen
She ain't human being
There's 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 save
God save the Queen
The tourists are money
And our figurehead Is not what she seems
Oh God save history
God save your mad parade
Oh Lord have mercy
All crimes are paid
When there's no future
How can there be sin
We're the flower 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 saves the Queen
We mean it man
There's no future in England's dreaming
No future no future
No future for
No future no future for me
No future no future for you
No future no future for me r
(Rotten/Cook/Jones/MatlOck)
Anarchy In The U.K.
Right! Now ha ha I'm an anti-Christ
I'm an anarchist
Don't know what I want buI I know
How to get it
I wanna destroy the passer by
`Cos I wanna be anarchy
No dog's body!
Anarchy for the U.K.
It's coming sometime, and maybe
i give a wrong time
Stop a traffic lime
Your future dream Is a shopping scheme
`cause I wanna be anarchy iì's in the city
Many ways to get what you want
I use the best I use the rest
I use the enemy
I use anarchy `cause I wanna be anarchy
It's the only way Io be
Is il this the M.P.A.?
Is il this the U.D.A.?
Is il ìhis the I.R.A.?
I though it was the U.K.
Or just another country
Anolber council tenancy
I wanna be anarchy
I wanna be anarchy
Know what I mean?
And I wanna be anarchist
Get pissed!
Destroy
(Rotten/Cook/Jones/Matlock)
EinmalWar Belsen Bortreffiuch
Belsen was a gas
I heard the other day
In the open graves were the Jews all lay
Life is fun and I wish you were here
They wrote on post-cards
To those held dear
Oh dear!
Sergeant majors on the march, wash the bodies
In their starch
See them all die one by one,is this dead, isn't glad
Sobad
Be a man
Belsen was a gas, be a man kill someone
KÌl1 rself
you
Be a man be someone
i<ìu someone
Be a man kill yourself
spoken: ok this time for real... "belsen was a gasser" 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 held dear oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.... dentist search their teeth for gold frisk the jews for bank notes rolled when they found out what they got line them up and shoot the lot kill a man, be a man, kill a man... wonder what the jews would say if i told them where boorman was today would they start a vendetta you'd better ask ernie ledbetter ledbetter, ledbetter, ledbetter....
(Rotten/Cook/Jones/ViciOus)
Who KiIIed Bambi
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 except to cry spirit never die
Bird of the air beasts of the earth
Overjoyed at Bambi's birth they gambled in the glade
Who kìlled Bambi?Who Killed Bambi?Who killed Bambi?
Murder murder murder
Someone should be angry
The crime of the century
Who shot littie Bambi?
Never trust a hippie
`cause I love punky Bambi
l'll kill to find the killer
In that rotten roll army
All the spekey punkers
Believers in the ruins
With one big shout
They all cry out
Who killed Bambi?
(Westwood/Tudor)
Albatross
Slow motion
Slow motion
Getting rid of the albatross
Sowing the seeds of discontent
I know you very well
You are unbearable
T've seen you up far too dose
Getting rid of the albatross
Frying rear blimps
If I wanted
Should I really
If li run away
Run away
Riding along on the crest of the wave
Getting rict of the albatross
Another will not forget
I know you very well
Run away
Run away
Should'
I run away
Getting rid of the albatross
I know you very welI
You are unbearable
I see you far too dose
If I wanted too
I Run away
Run away
i ran away
I ran away
Hiding on carpets
Another
Slow
Sowing the seeds of discontent
Running away from the aLbatross
Sfili the spirit of the sixty-eight
I rai-i away I ran away
Far too personàl
Should I really stay
Getting rid of the albatross
Always fry
Gettìng rid
If I wanted to
(Rotten)
Holidays In The Sun
A cheap holiday in other people's misery
I don't wanna holiday in the sun
I wanna go to the new belsen
I wanna see some history
`cause now i got a reasonable economy
Oh, Now I got a reason
Now I got a reason
Now I got a reason and i'm sfili waiting
Now I got a reason to be waiting the Berlin Wall
In sensurround sound in a two inch wall
Well I was waiting for the communist cali
I didn't ask for sunshine and i got wordl war three
I'm looking over the wall and they're looking at me oh
They're staring all night and ffiey're staring all day
I had no reason to be here at all
But now I got a reason, it's no real reason
and I'm waifing at Berlin Wall
I gotta go aver the Berlin Wall
I doni understand it at all
I gotta go over the Berlin Wall
I gotta go over the Berlin Wall
I gotta go over the Berlin Wall
Claustrophobia there's too much paranoia
There's too many closets
I went in bef ore
And now I got a reason, it's no real reason
To be waiting the Berlin Wall
I golia go over the Wall
I don't understand this bit at all
It sounds like really cheap shit cheap dialogue
Cheap essentiai scenery
I goffa go over the Wall
I goffa go over the Berlin Wall
I don't understand tbis bit at all
I goffa go over the Wall
I goffa go over the Berlin Wall
I goffa go aver the Berlin Wall
Before they come over the Berlin Wall
I doni understand this bit at all
Please don't be waiting for me
NewYork
Animation from N.Y.
made in Japan from cheese and chalk
You're
You're hippy tarts heroes cos
You put on a bad show
show sfili, oh out on those pills
Oh don't it
Oh do you remember
Think it's swell playing Max's Kansas
`tou're looking bored and you're acting flash with
Nothing in your gtit
You better keep yer mouth shut in a rut
of those ,i11
Stili oh out
Oh do the sambo
You for years on you stili look the same
I think about time you changed your brain
You're just a pile of shit
You're coming to this ya poor litI le faggot
You're sealed with a kiss, kiss me.
Think it's sweìì pìayìng in Japan
When everybody knows lapan is a dishpan
You're just a pile of shit
You're coming to this, you poor little faggot
sealed wiìh a kiss
Youre
Stilì oh out of those pills
Pills cheap thrills Anadins Aspros anything
`x"ou're condarnned to eterna1 bull-shit
You're sealed with a kiss, kiss me
A kiss a kiss you're sealed with a kiss
A looking for a kiss,You'te coming to this
you anything
i wanna do just about
Oh kiss this, eh boy!
(Rotten/CookIIOneSIMatlock)
This Is Not A Love Song
This is not a love song
Crossover crossing over
I'm going over to the wirining side
Adaptable I like my new role
I'm getting better and better
I have a new goal
I'm changing my ways where money applies
This Is not a love song
I'm going over to the side
Happy to have not to have not
Big business Is very wise
Inside free enterprise
This Is not a love song
Are you ready
To grab the candie
That tunnel vision
Hot television
Behind the curtain
Out the cupboard
Take the first train
Into the big world
WiTJ I find you
Will you be there
This Is not a love song
Happiness and sunshine
(Rotten)
Chant
Voice moaning in a speaker
Never really get too dose
OnIy a gimmick pointed fingers
Never more serious sight
Wouldn't waste the effort on entertainment
out of control-mob running wild
All you ever get is all you steal
Side of London that the tourists never see
Angie ambiance
Chant
Don't know why I bother
There's nothing in it for me
The more i see the less get
The likes of you and me are
An embarassment
Chant
It's not important
It's not worth a mention in The Guardian
Even librarian has his theory
Chant chant angie ambience
Chant
Voice moaning in a
speaker
Chant
MyWay
And now the end is near and so I face the finai curtain
You cold I bought a quilt
l'il state my case of which I'm certain
l've lived a life that's hill of deeds
And ev'ry highway and that's much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets, l've had a few but then again too few to mention
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exception
I planned each chartered course
Each carefui step along the highway
And more much more than this
I did it my way
There were times I'm sure you knew
When there were good fuck
Fuckly ev'ry day
But I threw it out where they were dead
I jackled it out or kicked it out
I faced the wall and the wall
Then did it my way
I bet and then I snid, I payed my bili
I should bave lefi it and no ffiat tears subside
I find it all so amusing to thing ì kilìed a cat
And may I say then the gateway and
Oh no not me, I did it my way
For what is a brat, what has a cure
When be wears hats and hats hav' not say
The things he'd truly feels
But eitherway the words of one who kneels
The records shows i took the blows
And did it rny way
l've lived a life that's ff11, l've Ùaveììed deeps
And av'ry highway, and more, much more than this
(strofa alternativa, sull'album SID SINGS)
(Anka/Revaux/Francois)
Lonely Boy
I'm left in misery a giri I love's gone across the sea
I'm alti alone ain't got no home
Mandy was her name, sleeping was her game
She didn't care about me oh God can't you see
I'm a Ionely boy, I'm a ionely bo
I need her tender touch oh I need it so much upset
I can't forget oh I'm so
I wonder where she's gone I wonder where she went wrong
I wanna get her back to me but I think she's tired of me
I'm a lonely boy, I'm a lonely boy
Fverytime I think of her it brings back memories
I remember how it used to be
Oh baby can't you see, oh baby come on come back to me
I'm a lonely boy, I'm a lonely boy
Oh my darlin' can't you see
That you're the one that means so much to me
I know I need your tender touch
I can't wait to feel your crutch
What a crutch! I can't wait to fuck it
I'm a lonely boy, I'm a lonely boy
(Jones/Cook)
Bill and The Pistols: intervista al gruppo
(Grundy) So che vi sono state date 40 mila sterline da una
casa discografica, non è una cosa opposta alla vostra visione antimaterialistica della
vita?; (Johnny) No, più ce ne danno meglio è; (G.) Vero?; (J.) Cazzo le abbiamo spese
tutte, no?; (G.) Siete seri o volete solo prendermi in giro?; (J.) No, sono andate tutte,
sparite; (G.) Siete proprio seri?; (J.)
Mmm; (G.) Beethoven, Mozart, Bach e Brahms sono tutti morti...; (J.) Sono nostri eroi,
giusto... Ci eccitano moltissimo... beh sono molto...;
(G.) Beh supponiamo che eccitino altre persone?; (J.) Beh sono cazzi loro (that's their
tough shit);
(G.) Cos'è?; (J.) No, niente; solo una volgarità, prossima domanda; (G.) No, no, qual'
era la
parolaccia?; (J.) Merda (shit); (G) Santo dio mi fate morire di paura; (Interviene
Siouxsie in studio
col gruppo) E' da sempre che volevo incontrarti; (G) Davvero?; (S.) Certo; (G.) Beh allora
ci
vediamo dopo il programma (risata); (Steve Jones) Vecchio porco, vecchiaccio bavoso; (G.)
Vai
avanti capo, vai avanti, hai ancora cinque secondi, dì qualcosa di offensivo; (S.J.)
Bastardo schifoso; (G.) Continua; (S.J.) Stronzo fottuto; (G.) Che ragazzo intelligente;
(S.J.) Che coglione fottuto;
(Grundy rivolto alla telecamera) Beh per stasera è abbastanza. Dell'altro musicista,
Eamonn, non
dirò niente, torniamo domani, ci rivediamo presto. (Rivolto ai Pistols) A voi spero di
non rivedervi
più. Di nuovo buonaserata.
C'MON EVERYBODY
Well c'mon everybody and let's get together tonight
I got some money in my jeans
And I'm really gonna spend it right
Well I've been doing my homework all week long
Now to have some fifty and my folk are gone
Ooh c'mon everybody
Oh well my baby's number one
But I'm gonna dance with three or four
And the house will be shaking from bare feet
A-stamping on the floor
Well when you here the music you can't still
If your brother won't rock, your sister will
Oh c'mon everybody
Oh well we really haven't money
But we gotta put a guard outside
If the folks come home
I'm afraid they're gonna have my hide
There'd be no more movies for a week
No more running around with the usual crew
Who cares?
C'mon everybody
NO FUN
No fun, my babe, no fun
No fun, my babe, no fun
No fun to hang around feeling that same old way
No fun to hang around freaked out for another day
No fun, my babe, no fun
No fun, my babe, no fun
No fun to be alone walking by myself
No fun to be alone in love with nobody else
Well, maybe go out
Maybe stay home
Maybe call mom on the phone
Well, come on...
No fun to be alone Hang on, don't let me go
No fun to be alone etc etc
BLACK LEATHER
She´s all geared up
Walking down the street
I can feel her slime
Looking down her sheet
But well you can´t refuse
And you just can´t choose
What she´s gonna do
I said you can´t refuse
And you just can´t choose
What she´s gonna do
It´s late at night
And I´m all alone
I can hear her boot
We´re getting near her home
But well you can´t refuse
And you just can´t choose
What she´s gonna do
I said you can´t refuse
And you just can´t choose
What she´s gonna do
Well scratch scratch
She´s clawing at the door
Oh no I can´t stick anymore
Crack crack
I feel so sore
I never should have asked for
Black leather black leather
Black leather black leather
You can try so high
You know you won´t get far
You will let her in
And she´ll start again
But well you can´t refuse
And you just can´t choose
What she´s gonna do
I said you can´t refuse
And you just can´t choose
What she´s gonna do
Well scratch scratch
She´s clawing at the door
Oh no I can´t stick anymore
Crack crack
I feel so sore
I never should have asked for
Black leather black leather
Black leather black leather
Black leather black leather
Black leather black leather
This interview was printed in the swedish newspaper "EXPRESSEN" on July 23 1977.
Who formed Sex Pistols?
-Paul and I about 18 months ago. Glen Matlock worked in Malcolms store and he played bass. We met Johnny sometimes and one day we let him sing to the juke-box. That was the beginning.
What where you doing at that time? Did you work?
- No, not me. Neither did johnny. Glen worked with Malcolm and Paul worked at a brewery, i think.
What made you form a group?
- It was something to do.
Yes, but why a group?
- I think it was the New York Dolls who turned me on the idea. I saw them at a Faces concert and i had never seen anything like that. They where musically lousy, but very interresting, extremely crazy.
Who supplied you with the musicgear?
- Glen had a bass. I stole my guitar and Paul his drumset.
Why?
- It would have taken to much time saving all the money you need to buy a guitar and a drumset, besides it´s more exciting to steel.
What background do you have?
- Workingclass. My mom´s hairdresser, i don´t know what my dad´s doing. He threw me out when I was 16.
Why?
- I didn´t want to work.
Why didn´t you want to work?
- No, it´s worthless. I worked as a windowcleaner a while, worked my ass of. And when the salary came, you went out and spend it all on parties.
How did you survive then?
- I lived with firends.
Tell me more about Sex Pistols.
- In the beginning we played some old Small Faces-songs, because they were easy. After 2 months did we play at a univesity and was thrown off the stage, they cut the electricity after 15 minutes. We were a former act to Roogalator, and thats when the guy from 100 club heard us. He offerd us a gig once a week. In the beginning there were a little audience, but as time flew by it came more and more people to our gigs.
What was Malcolm McLarens part? Many has said that you´re his creation.
- He´s our manager, thats all. He has nothing with our music or attitude to do. He got us the contract with EMI and ...well... he´s a good manager!
Why did you get sacked from EMI?
- The management hated us. Many people at EMI liked us, but not the manegement. Unbelievable, we got money without doing anything.
Who played on "Anarchy in the U.K"?
- We did! Anything else is bullshit. Do you really think that Chris Spedding, John Wetton and Bill Bruford would have been able to play like that?
You got a recorddeal with A&M, and I have heard lots of roumors about the reason you´ve being sacked from them.
- It isn´t true that we pissed on any chief. But I have heard that Peter Frampton threatend to leave A&M if we stayed. But I don´t know excactly why we were sacked, thats a mystery!
Why did you replace Glen Matlock with Sid Vicious?
- Glen liked Beatles.
It couldn´t be just for that.
- Yes, all the rest of us hate Beatles. And it showed that Glen loved them. He came with a lot of Beatles influed accords and tunes that I couldn´t play. Besides we didn´t get along with his that good either. Sid has by a way always gone with the band.
But he coudn´t play.
- No but he´s learning
Without doing anything but saying filthy words on television, you were frontline news, wasn´t that weird
- Yes, after that TV-show every englishman knew who we were, but not how we sounded. And we are worried of how the audience will react. What do they think of us? Do they think that we should be the best in the world? We are only ...well... as we are...........
Who has influed you musically?
- I don´t know. I have never owned a record player.
You must have liked someone.
- Well...(he thinks for a long time)...who have I liked? Yes, Faces. Faces was always fun to see, did always make a great show. And also New York Dolls of course, The Doors most Jim Morrison and Iggys "Raw Power".
What about your violent image then?
- Exploited by the press. It´s a fucking joke damn it. It´s chocking that noone has realised that the violence and the swastikas is a joke.
When is your first LP being relesed?
- In the end of August, there is some guitarparts that needs some work.
Jhonny B. Good/Road Runner
paul(?): we'll play johnny b. goode; he'll sing through my eyes. other voice: (???) paul(?): tell john. tell him. johnny: what? paul(?): tell him. (???) other voice: they wanna play johnny b. goode while you sing through my eyes. johnny: god! awright, then. paul(?): ready? go! johnny: if you could see... oh god, fuck off... ayanlouisiannayaya new orleans awasabadababyanalittle key ayainanananananana johnny b. goode agogogogogogo johnny b. goode agogo, go johnny, gogogogogo i don't know the words! gogogogogogogogogogogyogyuh ayayayayastrah yayastrahyayaya ayayayayastrah andabanayaya i wannawannabay, yayayaya let's gogo, ago johnny gogogogo agogo, go go go go gogogogogogogogogogogogogogo go, johnny, go, go go! johnny b. goode ayayayayayayayayayayayagwuah oh, fuck, it's awful! hate songs like that! the pits! eeeeeeyayayayay eeeee! eeyeah! brrrrrah! brrrrrayayayayay! uah! 'ey, i know, oi, oi, steve -- roadrunner! roadrunner! roadrun...! should we do roadrunner? 'ey, that's fuckin' awful -- stop it. stop it; it's fuckin' awful! aaah! torture. 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 what how it starts. what's the first line? paul: one, two, three, four, five, six! johnny: alright, can you start at the beginning, then? paul: roadrunner, roadrunner, (???) johnny: i can't hear you, paul. paul: roadrunner, roadrunner, go... johnny: going faster miles an hour euhlalalalala awith the radio on aroadrunner, roadrunner aeuhmuh faster miles an hour oh, god, i don't know it... i drove past the stop 'n' shop and i wah by the stop 'n' shop an' i flarala wahbah stop shop have the radio on have touch with the modern world i fell in love with the modern world fell in love with (???) have the radio on roadrunner, roadrunner agoin' faster miles an hour felt in touch with with modern world in love with the modern world alright, here we go now goin' twenty-eight watta power it's all cold here in the dark fifty thousand watts of power agoin' faster miles an hour awith the radio on roadrunner, roadrunner oh, god, i don't know it it's fuckin' ridiculous wish i had the words... roadrunner, roadrunner agoin' faster miles an hour i felt in touch with the modern world i fell in love with the modern world rockin' modern lover, modern sound, ana mosaround modern rockin' runner around, mosaround rockin' modern runner in touch an' a radio on i got radio on a roadrunner, roadrunner oh yeah er ah ee ah eh uh do we know any other fuckin' beatles songs? 'ey? brrrrrrr! 'ey? do we know an... 'ey? do we know any other fucking songs that we can do? do we know any other songs that we can do? i can't think of any.
L'anarchie pour l'UK
moi, je suis l'antéchrist moi, je suis l'anarchiste ja ne sais pas ce que je veux mais je l'aurai je veux semer la terreur dans la rue car moi, je veux l'anarchie anarchie pour uk ça y est presque déjà je désunis royaume-uni avec ces rèves de prisunic ! oui, moi, je veux l'anarchie le temps de la cité, c'est fini! tout est bon pour y arriver je prends le meilleur et aussi le reste je me sers de mes ennemis je me sers de l'anarchie! car moi, je veux l'anarchie et c'est la seule façon d'être! est-ce que c'est l'm.p.l.a.? ou bien encore l'u.d.a.? ou alors c'est peut-être l'i.r.a.? moi, j'ai pené que c'était uk! ou un autre pays on a tous nos bidonvilles moi, je suis l'anarchie oui, moi, je suis l'anarchie et vive l'anarchie et moi, je veux être anarchiste et être saoul, a en crever !
suburban kid, ya got no name two ton(e) baby and ya got no brain i bet you're only happy in suburbian dreams but i'm only laughing cause you ain't in my scheme hey baby i love you i love you i love you i only ever listen when you're on the phone >from your safety where you sit at home when i got nothin' better to do then there is always you cause you're good for my shoe hey baby i love you i love you i love you i'm in love yeah in love oh, can't you feel it? no i don't like where you come from it's just a satellite of london and when you look me in the eye just remember that i wanna die hey baby i love you i love you i love you you're the name but you can't tell lookin' like you just came outta hell how did ya figure that'd you'd any use? all you're gonna get is my abuse hey baby i love you i love you i love you i love you
look at that here she comes here comes that girl again one of the cutest since i don't know when but she don't notice me when i pass she goes with all the guys from outta my class but that can't stop me from thinkin' to myself she's sure fine lookin', man, she's something else look at that 'cross the street there's a car built just for me to own a car would be a luxury but right now i can't afford the gas a brand new convertible is out of my class but that can't stop me from thinkin' to myself that car's fine lookin', man, it's something else hey, look at that just wait and see worked hard and saved my dough i buy that car and then i roll up with joe get me that girl and we go ridin' around we look real sharp with the wide top down i keep on dreamin' and thinkin' to myself when it all comes true, man, that's something else hey, look at that what's all this? never thought i'd do this before but here i'm a-knockin' on her door my car's out front and it's all mine it's a '41 job not a '59 i got that girl and i'm thinkin' to myself she's sure fine lookin', man, she's something else