Kiss This - Live In Trondheim lyrics

surburban kid and you got no name
your too dumb baby and you got no brain
i bet you're all so happy in surburbian dream
but i'm only laughing
you ain't in my scheme

baby
i love you
i love you
i love you

i only ever listen when you're on the phone
from your safety-restricted zone home
when i got nothing better to do
then there's always you
you're good for my shoe

hey babe
i love you
i love you

Right! now 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 wanna be anarchy,
Ho dogs body

Anarchy for the UK
It's coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time stop a traffic line.
Your future dream is a shopping scheme
cause I wanna be anarchy,
It's in the city

God save the Queen
the fascist regime,
they made you a moron
a 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
there's no future
there's no future for you

God save the Queen
we mean it man
we love our queen
God saves

God save the Queen

(J. Rotten, G. Matlock, S. Jones, P. Cook)

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 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

(J. Rotten, S. Vicious, S. Jones, P. Cook)

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 t got a reasonable economy

Oh now I got a reason...
and l'm still waiting
Now I got a reason
to be waiting
the Berlin wall

In sensurround sound in a two inch wall

I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone

You're trying to make your mark in society
Using all the tricks that you used on me
You're reading all those high fashion magazines
The clothes you're wearin' girl
are causing public scenes

I said
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
Not your stepping stone

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 my self
No fun to be alone
In love with nobody else

Well, maybe go out,
Maybe stay home
Maybe call Mom on the telephone
Well, come on, well, come on

(G. Matlock, S. Jones, P. Cook)

Lie lie lie lie liar you lie
lie lie lie lie tell me why tell me why
Why d'you have to lie
should've realised that
you should've told the truth
should've realised
you know what I'll do

You're in suspension
you're a liar

How I wanna know know know know
I wanna know why you never look me
in the face
Broke a confidence just to please
your ego

(J. Rotten, G. Matlock, S. Jones, P. Cook)

Too many problems oh why am I here
I don't need to be me
'cos you're all too clear
well 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 get your body in suspension

That's no problem

(J. Rotten, G. Matlock, S. Jones, P. Cook)

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

And I fell in love with you.
I love yer mortal sin
yer 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
for anybody else

(J. Rotten, G. Matlock, S. Jones, P. Cook)

You're only twenty nine
gotta lot to learn,
but when your mummy dies
she will not return

We like noise it's our choice
if's what we wanna do,
we don't care about long hair
I don't wear flares

See my face not a trace
no reality,
I don't work I just speed
that's all I need

I'm a lazy sod...
that's what we say you're

(J. Rotten, S. Vicious, S. Jones, P. Cook)

She was a girl from Birmingham
she just had an abortion
she was a 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
Mummy I'm not an abortion

Dragged on a table in a factory

(J. Rotten, G. Matlock, S. Jones, P. Cook)

An imitation from New York
you're made in Japan from cheese and chalk
you're hippy tarts hero
cos 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

What you see, you can get
Nothing's free, nothing's said
Don't be fooled by the signs
Don't read in between the lines

What you're gonna say
What you're gonna do
Now you've missed out once again
But I thought you knew

Oh you silly thing
You've really gone and done it now
Oh you silly thing
You really gone and done it now

Trouble here, trouble there
People stop just to stare

(Revaux, Francois, Anka)

And now the end is near and so I face the final curtain
You cunt, I'm not a queer I'll state my case of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full and each and every highway
And yet, much more than this I did it my way
And yes, I've had a few but then again, to few to mention
But dig, what I have to feel I'll see it through with no devotion

(J. Rotten, G. Matlock, S. Jones, P. Cook)

I'm on a submarine mission for you baby
I feel the way you were going
I picked you up on my TV screen
I feel your undercurrent flowing
Submission going down down
dragging me down
Submission I can't tell ya what I've found

You've pot me pretty deep baby
I can't figure out your watery love.
I gotta solve your mystery.

(J. Rotten, G. Matlock, S. Jones, P. Cook)

There's unlimited supply
and there is no reason why
I tell you it was all a frame
they only did it 'cos of fame -
Who? EMI

Too many people had the suss
Too many people support us
An unlimited amount
too many outlets in and out -
Who? EMI

And sir and friends are crucified
a day they wished that we had died
We are an addition

Turn the page and it's
The scoop of the century
Dont wanna be L seven I had enough of this
This is brainwash and this is a clue
To the stars who fooled you
Tell me why you can't explain
You're only looking for vinyl yeah
Didn't they fool you they wanna be you

Gimme world war three we can live again
You didn't fool me but i fooled you
You wanna be me yeah You wanna be me

I don't mind the things that you say
I don't even mind going out of my way
I try and do these things for you
Why should I do it I'm always untrue

Well, I did you no wrong
I did you no wrong
Going out of my head

I ain't seen you off the screen
But those films are my dreams
And I can't take much more of you
'Cause the bog is no place to see your face