Sex Pistols Lyrics

Album: Filthy Lucre Live

New York Lyrics

An imitation from New York

You're made in Japan

From cheese and chalk

You're hippy tarts hero

'cos you put on bad show

Oh don't it show

 

Still oh out on those pills

Oh do you remember

 

Think it is well 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

Do the samba

 

You 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 well playing in Japan

When everybody knows Japan is a dishpan

You're just a pile of shit

You're coming to this

Ya poor little faggot

You're sealed with a kiss

 

Still oh out on those pills

Cheap thrills anadins

Aspros anything you're condemned

To eternal bullshit

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 anything

Oh kiss this gay boy