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Sex Pistols No Fun

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

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

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

God save the Sex Pistols, they're a bunch of wholesome blokes They just like wearing filthy clothes and swapping filthy jokes God save television, keep

useless instinct takes control Jam to techno Groove to soul to soul You been arrested Now your being tested The beat is a sex fiend, you're being molested Stead drum kicks like pistol

rough. I can feel my shit swellin and expandin. A one way trip down south. The crash landin. Right in your pink fun. I get the job done. Daddy was a pistol

, homo sapiens Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee Herman German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa, Carmina Burana To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy Vaclav Havel, The Sex Pistols

baby Hold my pistol And wrap your arms around a nigga Everytime I kiss you Can you visualize the picture? Me and you in extasy Don't be upset, it's good sex

, homo sapiens Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee Herman German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa, Carmina Burana To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy Vaclav Havel, The Sex Pistols