You can't believe how you make me feel nHypocrite's fingers runnin on the till nOnce upon a time you had something to say nWell, go ahead punk, come make my day nNow your suck in limbo nLike a music press bimbo nWith your gold stretch limo nHold reporters back at bay nSo this is anarchy in the UK nThis is it, the end of your career nMade enough money, got nothing to fear nBack in '77, you started something new nWell, the system won't get me like it's got you nSo the rock'n'roll swindle goes on and on nAnother punk outfit going for a song nA dead popstar's what the country needs nAnother fucking job while the moneyman feeds nSo, the shining lights have led the way nAnother big concert for five years pay nI used to think you meant something new nBut you don't me like I see you