I live a life of the simple kind a lie it only covers up either way you do it every other day giving love is essential whenever we come undone
Capitalist society, capitalist pigs. Painted faces under plastic wigs. You own a fleet of expensive cars Each one has its own well stocked bar Stop
Fiorucci nightmare, asshole's dream Spend all your money on the fashion machine Spots and stripes and spandex pants Pay a hundred dollars to learn how
Cries of anarchy, cries of freedom Cries of fury in the United Kingdom Started out loud, started out young Started out poor and just for fun Tales of
You're sixteen going on thirty-two Confusion of age surrounding you Cigarette dangles from your painted lips You wear the shoe because it fits Put on
Life has been the same for a long time Go to scholl and witness the crimes Go home and see it on the evening news Then we got nothing to do If there
You keep talking about talent Talent? What do you know? Instead of studying theory We're going to get up and go Get up and go Get up and go Get up and
My vision's clouded, the sun is dark I've lost my way, I've lost my mark Chased by something in another way Hoping to see the light or another day Getting
Deadhead, deadhead, take another toke Deadhead, deadhead, you're a lousy joke Friend of the devil, who you trying to kid Friends of the devil are dead