Sex On 45

Hey, hey
Remember that day
In 1976
When London Town was boring
Until along came this

You're only 29
You Got a lot to learn
I'm a lazy sod
I'm a lazy snood

No feelings
A no feelings
I got no feelings
For anybody else
Except for my self

Turn the page and it's
The scoop of the century
Don't wanna be L seven I had enough of this
This is brainwash and this is a clue
To the stars who fooled you

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

Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty vacant
Ah but now and we don't care

God save the queen
The fascist regime
They made you a moron
Potential H-bomb

When there's no future
How is there sin
We're the flowers in your rubbish bin
We're the poison in your human machine
We're the future for you

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 passerby

'Cause I wanna be Anarchy
In the U.K

No future, no future
No future, for you
No future, no future
No future, for me

No future, no future
No future, for you
No future, no future
No future, for you
No future, no future for you