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The Sex Pistols

An imitation from New York
You’re made in Japan from cheese and chalk
You’re hippy tarts hero
’Cause you put on a bad show
Oh don’t it show

Still oh out on those pills
Oh do you remember?

You think it’s swell playing Max’s Kansas
You’re looking bored and you’re acting flash
With nothing in your gut you better

Keep yer mouth shut you
Better keep yer mouth shut
In a rut!

Still oh out on those pills
Oh do the samba!

Four years on you still 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 little faggot
You’re sealed with a kiss
Kiss me

Think it’s swell playing in Japan
When everybody knows Japan is a disphan
You’re just a pile of shit
You’re coming to this
Ya poor little faggot
You’re sealed with a kiss

Still out out on those pills
Cheap thrills
Anadins Aspros anything
You’re condemned to eternal 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’re coming to this

I wanna kiss
You do just about anything
Oh kiss this
Eh boy!