I’ve seen them on the twitter
And the music press
Reverential fans, they’re so precious
Their brains are locked away
In the 1970s
With their sacred texts
And sainted legacy

I got no emotions for anybody else
You better understand
I’m in love with myself, myself
My beautiful self

Irk the purists, part time tourists, fuck the purists
And fuck the punk taliban
We meant it maaaaaan

Stick to the facts
Stick to the truth
You don’t know the facts
You haven’t got a clue

Look back bores
You got nothing to say
About how we felt
Get out of the way

You hate when anybody
Takes the piss out of you
What happened to year zero
No more heroes eh?
Okay
Get out of way

Irk the purists, part time tourists, fuck the purists
And fuck the punk taliban
We meant it maaaaaan

 

from the album Never Mind The Sex Pistols Here’s The Reckless

 

see also:

Oligarchy In The UK

Priti Fey Cunt