Sex ‘n’ Pistols

Wham, Bam, thank you mam!

Heard you fukin’ say this too many times, damn!

Bang, bang here come the men,

Dirty ol’ bastards, mouthful of slang!

20 dollar bill, you take or you give,

An hour of passion, you die or you live.

They say, she’s ‘Ivy’, the tantalizing bitch,

He kills from the heart; he’s the mafia’s itch.

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Sex ‘n’ Pistols, two things apart,

One’s fukin’ addictive, the other one’s smart.

Sex ‘n’ Pistols, two things alike,

One’s got the power; the other’s got the vibe.

Sex ‘n’ Pistols, two things that thrill,

One sounds amazing, the other sounds to kill.

Sex ‘n’ Pistols, two things unsaid,

One gives you life, the other gives you death!

She fell in love, never to understand,

Her companion, a bottle of vodka and some ol’ cigarette band

He walked away, feeling nothing inside,

For him, love was a curse, more it was suicide.

One day he came, looking for the, ‘Pretty Undine’,

She stood in the corner, with the same ol’ sign

Gave him the bill and said, ‘thanks for the night’,

She took her last shot and blew the candles from the sight.

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Dated 27-10-04