A Cheap holiday in other peoples misery! / I don’t wanna holiday in the sun / I wanna go to new Belsen / I wanna see some history
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There’s no point in asking, you’ll get no reply / Oh, just remember, I don’t decide / I got no reason, it’s all too much / You’ll always find us out to lunch
She was a girl from Birmingham / She just had an abortion / She was a case of insanity / Her name was Pauline she lived in a tree
I’ve seen you in the mirror when the story began / And I fell in love with you, I love your mortal sin / Your brains are locked away, but I love your company / I only ever leave you when you got no money
There’s an unlimited supply / And there is no reason why / I tell you it was all a frame / They only did it ‘cause of fame
And now, the end is nearAnd so I face the final curtain, ha ha haYou cunt, I’m not a queerI’ll state my case, of which I’m certainI’ve lived a life that’s foolAnd each and every highwayAnd yet, much more than thisI did it my wayRegrets, I’ve had a fewBut then again, too few to mentionBut dig, what I have to doI’ll see it through with no devotionOf that, take care and justBe careful thought along the highwayAnd more, much more than thisI did it my wayThere were times, I’m sure you knewWhen there was nothing fucking else to doBut through it all, when there was doubtI shot it up, or kicked it outI fought the war, and the worldAnd did it my wayI’ve knocked out in bed last nightI’ve had my fill, my share of lootingAnd now, the tears subsideI find it all so amusingTo think, I killed a catAnd may I say, oh no, not their way”But no, no, not me””I did it my way”For what is a brat, what has he gotWhen he finds out that he cannotSay the things he truly thinksBut only the words, not what he feelsThe record shows, I’ve got no clothesAnd did it my way
I’m an anti-christ / I’m an anarchist / Don’t know what I want, but I know how to get it / I wanna destroy passer by
Too many problems, oh, why am I here? / I need to be me cuz you’re all to clear / Well and I can see there’s something wrong with you / But what do you expect me to do?
God save the Queen / Her fascist regime / It made you a moron / A potential H-bomb