Oi, Ned! Joey, Sid, plasmatic Wendy
All those Kennedy’s, dead
Slammed broken, choked chords
Napalm bridges on center stage
Blood and chocolate spittle,
Ignored convention, set life up
As a black eye, in your face musical dare
It didn’t have to be pretty to sing.
Challenged Queen Liz: pogue mahon
Watched talking heads devolve
Slip into a void, “Hey, Romeo!
God, I might like you better if we slept together…”
Banged up bodies, generated steam heat
Friday’s angels, animal boys, typical girls
Frenzied screwing to punk rock beat
What, you expected rhythm?
The exploited played mental hopscotch
Missing persons on milk cartons
Old Mother Reagan just said “No!”
Life’s a scream when you add it up
Cruise missiles showed the world who’s boss
One plus one still equals less than zero
Maggie gave the Argies a minor threat
Write that on a pound note, Sheena
Laugh. You think that maybe
God’s got a sick sense of humor?
Unguarded moments, nave of the church
So pretty in pink, whip it out
Can you think of any better place
Whip it good, a fully loaded sex pistol?
Stroll past pews, orgasm in hand
Stream psychedelic fur in lectors’ face
Never mind the bollocks, hypocrites
Everything you told us was right to stand for
What’s so funny about peace
Love, understanding, the dole’s reality?
Never let ‘em know, if they should stay
Or really should go, too much trouble
Saccharine disco, rock candy ballads
Clashed with combat rock, sent spiders flying
Lost a chance to hold obscene
Sweet bird of truth to inertia’s comfort
Forgot that life is supposed to be
Raw chainsaw bite, quick glue sniff
Baseball bat to the side of the head
Nothing to lose, nothing to prove
Bathed wet with buzzcock sweat
You’re one of the damned,
Dance with yourself.
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