Going out for the night
Because London’s calling,
I found myself in a rut
And Babylon is burning,
I once fought the law but the law won
So now I just concentrate,
On writing a love song
My machine gun etiquette,
Style in which I write
Makes anarchy in the UK,
Seem almost polite
I want to feel the sense of barbed wire love,
Knowing that everything is going to be alright
We’ll be rocking the casbah,
Because we’re banned from the Roxy
And Dirk wears white Sox,
And there’s a hex as a proxy,
And you ask me if they owe us a living
And I say of course the fucking do,
As I heard a song that is spellbound
And it’s sung by Soixsie Sioux
And it’s a happy house I found,
Then across the room as I did peruse
Punks in full flow like a special brew,
This is my night and it’s nothing new,
And the moment that we
No that we have no more gigs,
Will be the day the country died
I’ll be glad of the punk life that I lived.
(Spot the song titles)
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Brilliant 😁🖤
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Thanks very much for reading and appreciating my friend 🙏 Faux
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You’re always welcome my friend 🖤
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