VERSIONES VARIAS 3

He aquí, unas cuantas versiones de los Sex Pistols:



Por Motorhead:

God save the queen

The fascist regime

They made you a moron

Potential H-bomb

God save the queen

She ain't no human being

There is no future

In England's dreaming

Don't be told what you want

Don't be told what you need

There's no future, no future,

No future for you

God save the queen

We mean it man

We love our queen

God saves

God save the queen

'Cause tourists are money

And our figurehead

Is not what she seems

Oh God save history

God save your mad parade

Oh Lord God have mercy

All crimes are paid

When there's no future

How can there be sin

We're the flowers in the dustbin

We're the poison in your human machine

We're the future, your future

God save the queen

We mean it man

We love our queen

God saves

God save the queen

We mean it man

And there is no future

In England's dreaming

No future, no future,

No future for you

No future, no future,

No future for me

No future, no future,

No future for you

No future, no future

For you

Por Motley Crüe:

Right! now

ha ha ha ha ha...

I am an antichrist

I am an anarchist

Don't know what I want

But I know how to get it

I wanna destroy passerby

'Cause I wanna be Anarchy

No dogsbody

Anarchy for the UK

It's coming sometime and maybe

I give a wrong time stop at traffic line

Your future dream is a sharpie's scheme

'Cause I wanna be Anarchy

In the city

How many ways to get what you want

I use the best

I use the rest

I use the N.M.E

I use Anarchy

'Cause I wanna be Anarchy

It's the only way to be

Is this the M.P.L.A or

Is this the U.D.A or

Is this the I.R.A

I thought it was the UK

Or just another country

Another council tenancy

I wanna be Anarchy

And I wanna be Anarchy

(Oh what a name)

And I wanna be anarchist

I get pissed, destroy!

Por Velvet Revolver:

She was a girl from Birmingham

She just had an abortion

She was case of insanity

Her name was Pauline, she lived in a tree

She was a no one who killed her baby

She sent her letters from the country

She was an animal

She was a bloody disgrace

Body! I'm not an animal

Body! I'm not an animal

Dragged on a table in factory

Illegitimate place to be

In a packet in a lavatory

Die little baby screaming

Body screaming fucking bloody mess

Not an animal

It's an abortion

Body! I'm not animal

Mummy! I'm not an abortion

[Spoken]

Throbbing squirm,

gurgling bloody mess

I'm not a discharge

I'm not a loss in protein

I'm not a throbbing squirm

Fuck this and fuck that

Fuck it all and fuck a fucking brat

She don't wanna baby that looks like that

I don't wanna baby that looks like that

Body, I'm not an animal

Body, an abortion

Body! I'm not an animal

Body! I'm not an animal

An animal

I'm not an animal.....

I'm not an abortion.....

Mummy! UGH!

Por Joan Jet and the Blackhearts:

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

Oh we're so pretty

Oh so pretty

we're vacant

Oh we're so pretty

Oh so pretty

A vacant

Don't ask us to attend 'cos we're not all there

Oh don't pretend 'cos I don't care

I don't believe illusions 'cos too much is real

So stop you're cheap comment 'cos we know what we feel

Oh we're so pretty

Oh so pretty

we're vacant

Oh we're so pretty

Oh so pretty

we're vacant ah

But now and we don't care

There's no point in asking you'll get no reply

Oh just remember a don't decide

I got no reason it's all too much

You'll always find me out to lunch

We're out on lunch

Oh we're so pretty

Oh so pretty

we're vacant

Oh we're so pretty

Oh so pretty

we're vacant

Oh we're so pretty

Oh so pretty ah

But now and we don't care

We're pretty

A pretty vacant

We're pretty

A pretty vacant

We're pretty

A pretty vacant

We're pretty

A pretty vacant

And we don't care