"Anarchy In The U.K." lyrics
"Anarchy In The U.K."
Right now
I am an Antichrist
I am an anarchist
Don't know what I want but I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passersby
'Cause I, I wanna be anarchy
No dogsbody
Anarchy for the U.K., it's coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time, stop a traffic line
Your future dream is a shopping scheme
'Cause I, I wanna be anarchy
In the city
How many ways to get what you want
I use the best, I use the rest
I use the N.M.E.
I use anarchy
'Cause I, I wanna be anarchy
It's the only way to be
Is this the M.P.L.A.?
Or is this the U.D.A.?
Or is this the I.R.A.?
I thought it was the U.K.
Or just another country
Another council tenancy
I wanna be anarchy
And I wanna be anarchy
Know what I mean?
And I wanna be anarchist
I get pissed, destroy
Thanks to Terry OReilly for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): John Lydon, Paul Thomas Cook, Glen Matlock, Stephen Philip Jones
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- Sex Pistols Lyrics
album:
"Never Mind The Bollocks, Here's The Sex Pistols" (1977)
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