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Anarchy In The Uk Chords by Sex Pistols,



 
     C                     F   C                     F
 
1.  I am an antichrist, I am an anarchist,
 
                C                                                      F
 
    don't know what I want, but I know how to get it.
 
         C                                        
 
     I wanna destroy the passers by,
 
           G            F            C                             - G
 
    'cos I wanna be anarchy.  No dog's body !
 
     C                        F          C                                        F
 
2. Anarchy for the UK, it's coming some time and maybe, 
 
       C                                               F
 
    I give a wrong time stop a traffic line.
 
              C
 
    Your future dream is a shopping scheme,
 
               G            F            C                          - G
 
    'cause I wanna be anarchy. It's in the city.
 
               C                                         F
 
3. How many ways to get what you want,
 
    C                                    F
 
    I use the best I use the rest.
 
   C                      F C
 
    I use the enemy, I use anarchy,
 
               G            F            C                                        - G
 
    'cause I wanna be anarchy. It's the only way to be.
 
     C                    F      C                   F
 
4. Is this the MPLA, or is this the UDA,
 
        C                  F C
 
    or is this the IRA, I thought it was the UK,
 
          G      F                 C
 
    or just another country, another council tenancy.
 
    G            F                 C    ~      G            F                 C
 
    I wanna be an anarchist,   and l wanna be an anarchist.
 
           G            F                  C
 
    And l wanna be an anarchist. I get pissed, destroy!
 
    (Sex Pistols)





My Way Chords by Sex Pistols,



Submitted By: Jaime
EMail: Seachain84
 
 
  This is my favorite Sex Pistols song because Their kick ass bassist 
Sid Vicious is singing it.  It is funny and at the same time kick ass.
The only thing you got to know is that ?B  is just a step down and 
?E is the same thing.
 
Intro:  E
 
E
And now, the end is near
                  ? B
And so I face the final curtain
?E
You cunt, I´m not a queer
              B                  E
I´ll state my case, of which I´m certain
E
I´ve lived a life that´s full
    A
And each and every highway
    E                   B
And yet, much more than this
         E
I did it my way
 
E
There were times, I´m sure you knew
              A
When there was nothing fucking else to do
               ?E                  B
But through it all, when there was doubt
         G#               ?B
I shot it up or kicked it out
              ?E          B
I fought them all just as before
           E
And did it my way
 
Knocked out in bed last night
I´ve had my fill, my share of looting
And now, the tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think, I killed a cat
And 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 got
When he finds out that he cannot
Say the things he truly thinks
But only the words, not what he feels
The record shows, I´ve got no clothes
And did it my way
 
 
  Now that is Kick ass rock and roll.  That is pritty much it.  If you find 
anything from the New York Dolls, The Stooges, and The Mc5 that will
be great.  Peace



God Save The Queen

Sex Pistols

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God save the Queen
the fascist regime,
they made you a moron
a 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
there's no future
there's no future for you

God save the Queen
we mean it man
we love our queen
God saves

God save the Queen
'cos 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
you're future

God save the Queen
we mean it man
we love our queen
God saves


God save the Queen
we mean it man
there is no future
in England's dreaming

No future
no future for you
no fufure for me

No Feelings Chords by Sex Pistols, www.Ultimate-Guitar.Com

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   NO FEELINGS   by  Sex Pistols
   -----------
   (Jones/Cook/Matlock/Rotten)
 
 
Intro:  F  G  Bb  C  (2x)  F    Bb
 
F
I've seen you in the mirror when the story began
 
Yea I fell in love with you I love you more than sin
     Bb                            G
Your friends are locked away but I love your company
  C
I only ever leave you when you've got no money
 
  F
I got no emotions for anybody else
 
You better understand I'm in love with myself
  Bb   G               C
Myself    My beautiful self
 
      Bb C        Bb C        Bb C                F       Bb F
   No feeling  No feeling  No feeling for anybody else
 
Hello and goodbye and a run-around Sue
You follow me around like a pretty pot of glue
I kick you in the head you've got nothing to say
Get out of my way 'cause I gotta get away
 
You never realize I take the piss out of you
You come out to see me and I beat you black and blue
Okay  I send you away
 
   I've got no feeling  No feeling  No feeling for anybody else
   except for myself my beautiful self baby
 
Solo:  F  G  C  (4x)
 
There ain't no moonlight after midnight
I see you silly people out looking for delight
Well I'm so happy I'm feeling so fine
I'm watching all the rubbish you wasting my time
 
I look around your house you've got nothing to steal
I kick you in the brains when you get down and kneel
To pray  You pray to your god
 
   No feeling  No feeling  I've got no feeling for anybody else
   No feeling  No feeling  No feeling for anybody else
   except for myself ???????????
   Bb   C   F
   ??????????????
 
-------------------------------
Once again, some of the lyrics are missing and some are wrong.
Corrections and comments are welcome. Thanks everybody who have
helped with the lyrics.
 
                                             Juha Kivijarvi
                                             juhkivij@utu.fi

Pretty Vacant Chords by Sex Pistols,

Intro:
 
E|---------------------------|
B|---------------------------|
G|-------2-2------2-2--------|
D|---------------------------|
A|--0-0-------0-0------------|
E|---------------------------|
 
Verse 1:
 
A                 G                 D  A   
Thers no point in askin' you'll get no reply
A               G    Em 
Just remember i dont decide
A                  Em     A
Got no reason it's all to much
A                     Em     A
You'll always find us out to lunch
 
Chorus:
 
D                    C             A 
Cos we're so pretty, all so pretty yeah, we're vacant
D                    C             A 
Cos we're so pretty, all so pretty yeah, we're vacantD                    C             A 
Cos we're so pretty, all so pretty yeah, we're vacant
D                    C             A 
Cos we're so pretty, all so pretty yeah, we're vacant
 
Verse 2:
 
A              G                    D   A
Dont ask us to attend cos we're not all there
A                  G     Em
dont pretend cos i dont care
A             G                D       A
i dont belive illusions cos to much is real
A         G                          Em      A
stop your cheap comments cos we know what we feel
 
Chorus:
 
D                    C             A 
Cos we're so pretty, all so pretty yeah, we're vacant
D                    C             A 
Cos we're so pretty, all so pretty yeah, we're vacant
 
Verse 1 repeated here
 
Outro:
 
A
We're pretty, pretty vacant (x4)
 
And we don't care



Problems Chords by Sex Pistols, www.Ultimate-Guitar.Com

Problems- SEX PISTOLS
NEVER MIND THE BULLOCKS, HERE'S THE SEX PISTOLS
 
C# - B - G# (5x)
 
C#
Too many problems
G#
Oh why am I here
C#
I don't need to be me
G#
'Cos you're all too clear
C#
And I can see
                  G#
There's something wrong with you
C#                     G#
But what do you expect me to do?
C#                     G#
At least I gotta know what I wanna be
C#                      G#
Don't come to me if you need pity
C#                 G#
Are you lonely you got no one
C#                   G#
You get your body in suspension
          G#        A#
That's no problem, problem
B                       C#   B G#
Problem, the problem is you
 
C# B G#
 
Eat your heart out on a plastic tray
You don't do what you want
Then you'll fade away
You won't find me working
Nine to five
It's too much fun a being alive
I'm using my feet for my human machine
You won't find me living for the screen
Are you lonely all your needs catered
You got your brains dehydrated
 
G#        A#
That's no problem, problem
B                       C#   B G#
Problem, the problem is you
 
What you gonna do
 
Problem, problem
 
Problem, problem
Problem, the problem is you
What you gonna do with your problem
The problem is you
Problem
(SOLO)
 
In a death trip I ain't automatic
You won't find me just staying static
Don't give me any orders
For people like me
There is no order
 
Bet you thought you had it all worked out
Bet you thought you knew what I was about
Bet you thought you'd solved all your problems
But you are the problem
 
Problem, problem
Problem, the problem is you
What you gonna do with your problem
I'll leave it to you
Problem, the problem is you
You got a problem
What you gonna do
 
They know a doctor
Gonna take you away
They take you away
And throw away the key
They don't want you
And they don't want me
You got a problem
The problem is you
Problem, what you gonna do
Problem, I'll leave it back, I have a
Problem, you got a problem
 
Problem, problem,
Problem, problem,
Problem, problem,
Problem, problem,
Problem, problem,
Problem, problem,
Problem, problem,
Problem
 
Problem, problem,
Problem
 
The only reason i dont have the ENITRE song written out is cuz its the same two chords 
the first part
-BJ.


Silly Thing Chords by Sex Pistols,



tabbed by Kayno86 (kaynobrowne@optusnet.com.au)
 
this is a pretty rough transcription of one of the best sex pistols songs, classic steve jones riffs
bound to be a chord or two wrong here (especially in the bridge bit), feel free to let me know
 
Intro
D C# B A (X2)
 
 
Verse
D  
What you see, you can get
B
Nothings free, nothing said
D
Don't be fooled by the signs
B
Don't read in between the lines
G                A
What you gonna say? 
G                      A
What you gonna do?
G                            F#
Now you missed out once again
G                       A
But I thought you knew
 
 
Chorus
D         C#   B
Oh you silly thing
B                            A        D
You really gone and done it now
D         C#   B
Oh you silly thing
B                            A        D
You really gone and done it now
 
 
Verse 2
Trouble here, trouble there, 
People stop, just to stare.
Whats the use of wastin time, 
Just move on leave em all behind.
What you gonna say? 
What you gonna do?
Now youve missed out once again,
But I thought you knew.
 
 
Repeat Chorus
 
 
Bridge
B
Can you ever defend, 
A                F#
Oh someone you call a friend
B
When you see them makin eyes, 
A                           
You dont even ask em why, you dont even ask em why.
 
 
Intro
 
Verse chords
 
Repeat Chorus twice



Something Else Chords by Sex Pistols,

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Date: Fri, 16 Jan 1998 11:21:14 -0800 (PST)
From: Razor Blade 
 
This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation
of the song. Use it! Copy it! The author doesn't give a shit!
 
artist: Sex Pistols
title:  Something Else
album:  The Great Rock and Roll Swindle
tuning: Standard
 
Originally written by E. Cochran / S. Shelley and performed by The Who
 
INTRO: [G#5/A5 G#5/A5 G#5] [A5 A5] (2x)
VERSE: [G#5/A5 G#5/A5 A#5 G#5 A#5 A5] [A5]
 
Repeat this through the hole song, like 4 times. Listen to the record
it'll fit. Finally play the intro (FADE!)
 
Look at that
Here she comes
Here comes that girl again
One of the cutest since I don't know when
But she don't notice me when I pass
She goes with all the guys from outta my class
But that can't stop me from thinkin' to myself
"She's sure fine lookin', man, she's something else"
 
Look at that
'Cross the street
There's a car built just for me
To own a car would be a luxury
But right now I can't afford the gas
A brand new convertible is out of my class
But that can't stop me from thinkin' to myself
"That car's fine lookin', man, it's something else"
 
Hey, look at that
Just wait and see
Worked hard and saved my dough
I buy that car and then I roll up with Joe
Get me that girl and we go ridin' around
We look real sharp with the wide top down
I keep on dreamin' and thinkin' to myself
"When it all comes true, man, well that's something else"
 
Hey, look at that
Watch out this
Never thought I'd do this before
But here I am a-knockin' on her door
My car's out front and it's all mine
It's a '41 job not a '59
I got that girl and I'm thinkin' to myself
"She's sure fine lookin', man, well she's something else"
 
questions, comments,insults, whatever.. to martusk@hotmail.com
 
 
"Peace, Love, Empathy, Worms-n-Dirt Forever!"
 
 
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Belsen Was A Gas Chords by Sex Pistols,

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Date: Sun, 10 Sep 1995 12:27:35 -0400 (EDT)
From: Glen Norman Pavan 
 
 
artist:  Sex Pistols
title:  Belsen Was a Gas
album:  The Great Rock and Roll Swindle
tuning:  standard
 
There are two differing versions of this tune, the Sex Pistols version
with Johnny Rotten and the one with Ronald Biggs.  Here's both.
 
F-G  means slide up from the F to the G
 
w/ Johnny Rotten
 
intro:  D C D Eb  D C G   x2
D            C       D              Eb
Belsen was a gas I heard the other day
D              C              G
In the open graves where the jews all lay
D        C         D             Eb
Life is fun and I wish you were here
D                 C          G
They wrote on postcards to those held dear
 
chorus  (played twice)
C   G    C   G  C    G    F-G   F-G
oh dear oh dear oh dear
 
second verse
Sergeant majors on the march
Wash their bodies in the starch
See them all die one by one
Guess it's dead guess it's glad
 
chorus (twice)
so bad so bad so bad
 
intro
 
repeat first verse
 
outro:  ad lib chorus
 
 
with Ronald Biggs:
 
ok, this time for real Belsen was a gasser
 
 
intro:  D C Bb C    D C G   x2
 
verse
D            C       Bb           C
Belsen was a gas I heard the other day
D              C                G
In the open graves where the jews all lay
D         C          Bb         C
Life is fun and I wish you were here
D            C                G
They wrote on postcards to those held dear
 
chorus (same as other version)
 
second verse
Dentists search their teeth for gold
Frisk the jews for bank notes rolled
when they found out what they got
Line them up and shoot the lot
 
chorus
kill a man be a man kill a man
 
intro
 
third verse
Wonder what the jews would say
If I told them where Boorman was today
Would they start a vendetta
you'd better ask Ernie Ledbetter
 
chorus
Ledbetter Ledbetter Ledbetter
 
outro:  ad lib chorus
 
 
comments, corrections to senomar@bach.udel.edu
                             -I'm here, I'm queer, I play 5-string bass



Friggin In The Riggin Chords by Sex Pistols,

Friggin in the Riggin - Sex Pistols
 
ESTA ES UNA CORRECCION DE OTRA TABLATURA Q HABIA MANDADO, LA OTRA TENIA ALGUNOS ERRORES.
SI LOS WEBMASTERS LA PUEDEN BORRAR, MEJOR. 
MIL DISCULPAS, ESTA ESTA 100% BIEN, CUALQUIER COSA ME ESCRIBEN...
                                      _______
VERSO/VERSE                                  |
                                             |
It was on the good ship Venus                |
By Christ ya shouda seen us                  |
The figure head was a whore in bed           |
And the mast a mammoth penis                 |
                                             |
The captain of this lugger                   |
He was a dirty bugger                        |
He wasn't fit to shovel shit                 |
From one place to another                    |
____________________________________         |
ESTRIBILLO/CHORUS                   |        |
                                    |        |
Frigin' in the riggin'              |        |SIN GUITARRA
Frigin' in the riggin'              |        |
Frigin' in the riggin'              |        |
There was fuck all else to do       |        |
____________________________________|        |NO GUITAR
                                             |
                                             |
Captain's name was Morgan                    |
By Christ he was a gorgon                    |
Ten times a day he stopped an played         |
With his fucking organ                       |
                                             |
The firs mate's name was Cooper              |
By Christ he was a trooper                   |
He jerked and jerked until he worked himself |
Into a stupor                                |
                                             |
ESTRIBILLO/CHORUS                            |
                                     ________|
 
(Empieza la guitarra / Guitar starts)
 
C5
 
C5
The secon mate was Andy
By Crhist he had a dandy
C5                              F5
Till they crushed his cock on a jagged rock
    G5             C5
For cumming in the brandy
 
The cabin boy was Flipper
He was a fucking nigger
He stuffed his ass with broken glass
And circumcised the skipper
 
ESTRIBILLO/CHORUS
 
C5             G5
Frigin' in the riggin'
F5             C5              
Frigin' in the riggin'
C5             F5           
Frigin' in the riggin'     
          G5               C5             
There was fuck all else to do
 
BRIDGE
 
F5 - C5
F5 - G5
 
ESTRIBILLO/CHORUS
 
D5
The Captain's wife was Mabel
To fuck she was not able
D5                       G5
So the dirty shits, they nailed her tits
A5                 D5
Across the barroom table
 
The Captain had a daughter
Who fell in deep sea water
And by her squeals we knew the eels
Had found her sexual quarters
 
ESTRIBILLO/CHORUS
 
D5               A5
Friggin' in the Riggin'
G5               D5
Friggin' in the Riggin'
D5               G5
Friggin' in the Riggin'
          A5               D5
There was fuck all else to do
 
                         ---------------------
 
Acordes/Chords
 
A5 = 577xxxx
C5 = x355xxx
D5 = x577xxx
F5 = 133xxxx
G5 = 355xxxx
 
A full entonces, a sacar la cancion q es re facil.
Para las yeguas mastodontizadas de Fede, Chuni y Correa.
 
SALUDOS,  Y SUERTE...



Holidays In The Sun Chords by Sex Pistols,

[D]
[C B A G]x4
 
G
I don't want a holiday in the sun
I wanna go to the new Belsen
I wanna see some of history
Now I got a reasonable economy
 
C
Now I got a reason now I got a reason
D
now I got a reason and I'm still waiting
C                                              D
Now I got a reason Now I got a reason to be waiting
 
D
The Berlin Wall [C B A G] x4
 
In sensurround sound in a two inch wall
I was waiting for the communist call
I didn't ask for sunshine and I got World War 3
I'm looking over the wall and they're looking at me
 
Now I got...
The Berlin...
 
A                                      D
They're staring all night and they're staring all day
A                        D        
I had no reason to be here at all
  A                           D                        A      D
But now I got a reason it's no real reason and I'm waiting
D             E  G   A
At Berlin Wall 
 
Claustrophobia there's too much paranoia
There's too many closets I went in before
And now I got a reason it's no real reason
to be waiting
 
[D]
[C B A G] x14
 
I hope thats correct 
write to me when you have questions www.mavinfo@freenet.de
ENJOY!



I Wanna Be Me Chords by Sex Pistols,

#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#
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#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
Date: Sun, 10 Sep 1995 12:27:50 -0400 (EDT)
From: Glen Norman Pavan 
Subject: sex_pistols: i_wanna_be_me.crd (fwd)
 
 
artist:  Sex Pistols
title:  I Wanna Be Me
album:  The Great Rock and Roll Swindle
tuning:  standard
 
 
intro:  E
        E D B  x2
 
verse
E
Turn the page and its the scoop of the century
       D                   B
Don't wanna be L Seven I had enough of this
E
This is brainwash and this is a clue
D                B
To the stars who fooled you
A
Tell me why you cant explain
        B                 D B   E
You're only looking for vinyl  yeah
            D              B           E
Didn't they fool you they wanna be you
 
intro
 
second verse
Gimme World War 3 we can live again
You didn't fool me but I fooled you
You wanna be me yeah you wanna be me
You wanna be someone yeah ruin someone
Yeah, didn't I fool you I ruined you yeah
didn't I fool you I sussed you out
 
intro
 
third verse
I got you in the camera and I got you in my camera
a second of your life ruined for life
You wanna ruin me in your magazine
you wanna cover us in margarine
And now is the time to realize to have real eyes
 
intro
 
fourth verse
Down down down down and I'll take you down on the underground
Down in the dark and down in the crypt
Down in the dark where the typewriter fit
Down with your pen and pad ready to kill to make me ill
Down wanna be someone wanna be someone
Make it as someone you wanna be me ruin me
a typewriuter god a black and white king
PVC blackboard books Black and white
I wanna be me
 
 
comments, corrections to senomar@bach.udel.edu
                       -I'm here, I'm queer, I play 5-string bass