law and The law won Robbin' people with a six-gun I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I miss my baby and the good fun
Belson was a gas I heard the other day In the open graves where the jews all lay Life is fun I wish you were here They wrote on postcards to those held
You make deals with devils, the soul descends infinite levels Pray to God I see the next rescripture in holy text Then ask to be forgiven for pre-marital sex
instinct takes control Jam to techno, groove to soul to soul You been arrested, now you're being tested The beat is a sex fiend, you're being molested Stead drum kicks like pistol
God save the sex pistols they're a bunch of wholesome blokes They just like wearing filthy clothes and swapping filthy jokes God save television keep
far we got here, I been in places that you never been, colored money, get it Netherlands, I get around like a ceiling fan, I need my chips with dip or meet my pistol
containers Man, it's freezing in this brick bitch, winter forever Like Punxatawny Phil found with his four furry wrists severed I walk face-first through the sex
off the rigid panties from your young auntie Entrepeneur maneuver, rappers, Inspector Gadget Pager digits for slim, honies who got the money Gang flipping magician, you call me David Blaine Sex
You like it rough? I can feel my shit swelling and expanding A one way trip down south, a crash landing Right in your pink fun I get the job done Daddy was a pistol
take alot to keep a nigga hard must be a lady in tha light but real freaky in tha dark plus I got some enemies, baby hold my pistol and wrap your
devils The soul descends infinite levels Pray to God I see the next, rescripture in Holy text then ask to be forgiven for premarital sex In the same breath
alot to keep a nigga hard must be a lady in tha light but real freaky in tha dark plus I got some enemies, baby hold my pistol and wrap your arms
The soul descends infinite levels Pray to God I see the next, rescripture in Holy text then ask to be forgiven for premarital sex In the same breath
: God save the sex pistols they're a bunch of wholesome blokes They just like wearing filthy clothes and swapping filthy jokes God save television keep