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Sex Pistols Never Mind The Bollocks Here S The Sex Pistols

You follow me around like a pretty pot of glue I kick you in the head you got nothing to say Get out of the way 'cos i gotta get away You never realise

out Who? E.M.I E.M.I E.M.I And sir and friends are crucified A day they wished that we had died We are an addition We are ruled by none Never ever never

the wall I don't understand this bit at all.... Claustropfobia there's too much paranoia There's too many closets I went in before And now I gotta reason, It's

: There's no point in asking you'll get no reply Oh just remember I don't decide I got no reason it's too all much You'll always find us out to lunch