Right now
I am an Anti-Christ,
And I am an anarchist.
Don't know what I want, but I know how to get it,
I want to destroy, possibly?'Cause I want to be Anarchy. No dog's body.
Anarchy for the U.K.
It's coming sometime it maybe.
I give a wrong time, stop a traffic light.
Your future dream is a shopping spree.'Cause I want to be Anarchy, in the city.
Of many ways to get what you want
I use the best, I use the rest.
I use the enemy,
I use anarchy.'Cause I want to be Anarchy, it's the only way to be.
Is this the M.P.L.A.?
Is this the U.D.A.?
Is this the I.R.A.?
I thought it was the U.K., or just another country
and other cunt-like tendencies.
'Cause I want to be Anarchy, cause I want to be Anarchy,
You know what I mean?
'Cause I want to be an Anarchist, again I'm pissed, Destroy!
Songwriters
STEVE JONES, GLEN MATLOCK, PAUL THOMAS COOK, JOHN LYDONPublished by
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