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the USA!
I don't need no fucking pretending!
Here I am and I'm still standing...
Abandoned anarchist decontrol!
Fuck you! We go for soul!
Anarchy in
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Anarchy in the U.K. [Ba(e?)drock] of Green Jelly/o
Dangerous Album by Michael Jackson
Keep The Faith Album by Bon Jovi
Icon Album by Paradise Lost
Bark
In the new America
Shoot your pistol in the air
Celebrate a brand new year
Living leisurely in a perfect world
Everybody?s drinking hams
Good by
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
Shaking your fist, yeah
Do you feel like a man?
Got a rock in your pocket
Got the girl by the hand

Flick the bird to the world, yeah
Cause
Here's a song
Here's a little punk rock song for you
A little punk rock called
I think it was written by the Ramones

In the early 70's
Maybe before
Ft. Lauderdale and by the way, all my homies that's in the Bay
5-0-3 what can you say
Atlanta, GA, can't forget VA, NYC and the USA, USA, USA
Everybody
a sex pistol
My love should be illegal
Real deal baby
I'm no counterfeit
Click, click

Line 'em up
Knock 'em down
If looks can kill
E-O-E-O
My body's
with Lazarus billy-goat whiskers
He roasted sea-salt in the open blisters
But blind anarchy slips through the cracks
See naked martyrs with Bubblelicious
click 
I'm a sex pistol 
My love should be illegal 
Real deal baby 
I'm no counterfeit 
Click, click 

Line 'em up 
Knock 'em down 
If looks can
click 
I'm a sex pistol 
My love should be illegal 
Real deal baby 
I'm no counterfeit 
Click, click 

Line 'em up 
Knock 'em down 
If looks can
click 
I'm a sex pistol 
My love should be illegal 
Real deal baby 
I'm no counterfeit 
Click, click 

Line 'em up 
Knock 'em down 
If looks can
click 
I'm a sex pistol 
My love should be illegal 
Real deal baby 
I'm no counterfeit 
Click, click 

Line 'em up 
Knock 'em down 
If looks can
click 
I'm a sex pistol 
My love should be illegal 
Real deal baby 
I'm no counterfeit 
Click, click 

Line 'em up 
Knock 'em down 
If looks can
position like a fetus
An intraveinous hookup feeds bullets to my magazine
Nevermind your bullets
My pistol is a sex machine
Gunz yo (sex ma- sex machine)
away 
I was trapped in the USA 
C`mon Maria, let`s get out of his war... 

And we knew... 

And we knew... 
Dow! Flam bam! Pow! Bow!
the shell
Of fantasies I never tell
Dispersin' untamed perversion
My bad Brain's working
Circle jerking, rocking riddles,
Sex pistol, sexperts
Acting
by the name of
Mr. Shifty switchblade.
Getting paid in the shade,
As lyrics ricochet,
Off the walls
From the ceiling to the floor,
Off the door
This a Nitty beat (boing)

Here we go again
Ghetto ville, USA (Uh oh)
You know I got by the name Nitty, right? (Uh huh)
I gotta introduce you
[Lil Boi]
This a niity beat (boing)

[Nitty]
Here we go again
Ghettoville u.s.a (uh Oh)
You know I got by the name nitty right (uh huh)
I
Nitty:
Here we go again
Ghetto field, USA
You know I go by the name Nitty, right?
I gotta introduce you to
Anotha muthafucka in my squad right
This a Nitty beat (boing)

Here we go again
Ghetto ville, USA (Uh oh)
You know I got by the name Nitty, right? (Uh huh)
I gotta introduce you
the third, 
Your genetically engineered fascist leader. You are now ruled by a computer. 

You are one race, one fuck, one sex, one money, on a space ship
on the range, rebel with a pen
Writin critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in
Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels
Say my shit holding my Sex Pistol, deal me in
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?
Bitch stop my