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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 sambo

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 dishpan
You're just a pile of shit
You're coming to this
You 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 want to kiss
You do just about anything
Oh kiss this
Eh boy

Written by MATLOCK, GLEN / COOK, PAUL THOMAS / JONES, STEVE (GB 1) / LYDON, JOHN
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing

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