Sex Pistols Lyrics

Album: Unknown

I Fought the Law Lyrics

By: Steve Rubin

The heat was on the pavement

He peaked out through the blinds

His friends forgot his number

He'd left them all behind

If he had another chance

Could think the whole thing through

He'd do the same dumb thing again

And crow "that's what I do"

 "Free will," it's some kind of joke

 You know your choices well

 It always ends up just the same

 The path that leads to Hell

The petty politician

He smiles and kisses kids

No one thought he'd go this far

He wins each race he bids

So now they're yelling at him

The country's in a stew

But he just keeps on smiling, 'cause

He says "that's what I do"

 "Free will," it's some kind of joke

 You know your choices well

 It always ends up just the same

 The path that leads to Hell

{Bridge:}

I've tried, I've tried, old dog

I've tried, I've tried, old dog

{Guitar}

That pile of rags is living

Some flesh, a sign, a bowl

He's skinny and unshaven

The years have took a toll

But I won't stop to help him

He'll spend it all on brew

And I don't want to talk to him

'Cause that's not what I do

 "Free will," it's some kind of joke

 You know your choices well

 It always ends up just the same

 The path that leads to Hell

You know I love you, baby

I really do try hard

But sometimes, jeez, I'm such a jerk

You make me walk the yard

Now everybody knows this

It really must be true

Please try to love me as I am

'Cause this is what I do

 "Free will," it's some kind of joke

 You know your choices well

 It always ends up just the same

 The path that leads to Hell