Never Mind the Bollocks Here's the Sex Pistols lyrics

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?
E.M.I. E.M.I. E.M.I.

Too many people had the suss
Too many people support us
Un unlimited amount
Too many outlets in and out
Who?

E.M.I E.M.I E.M.I

And sir and friends are crucified
A day they wished that we had died
We are an addition
We are ruled by none

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)

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, 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)

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

(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

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

(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

(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, 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