They were anarchy in its truest form,the four junkies who
in glorified,poisoned their mothers wombs.
Made music ugly and ugly to music.
They spitted straight up on the face of their Queen.
Had no vision,had no respect.
They were raised from filth.
And wore filth even if they had a choice.
They remained unsung,barred.
I cannot remember the Nobel laureate old,white haired scientists.
'coz there are too many.
They broke rules.Guess they didn't know any rules.
Albeit they gave Punk.
And Punk seems unachievable to you and me which is the funniest part.
We don't dare in fact with our shackled hands.
I can see Sex Pistols when I look into the mirror but its not me.
in glorified,poisoned their mothers wombs.
Made music ugly and ugly to music.
They spitted straight up on the face of their Queen.
Had no vision,had no respect.
They were raised from filth.
And wore filth even if they had a choice.
They remained unsung,barred.
I cannot remember the Nobel laureate old,white haired scientists.
'coz there are too many.
They broke rules.Guess they didn't know any rules.
Albeit they gave Punk.
And Punk seems unachievable to you and me which is the funniest part.
We don't dare in fact with our shackled hands.
I can see Sex Pistols when I look into the mirror but its not me.
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