You can't believe how you make me feel    Hypocrite's fingers runnin on the till    Once upon a time you had something to say    Well, go ahead punk, come make my day       Now your suck in limbo    Like a music press bimbo    With your gold stretch limo    Hold reporters back at bay    So this is anarchy in the UK       This is it, the end of your career    Made enough money, got nothing to fear    Back in '77, you started something new    Well, the system won't get me like it's got you    So the rock'n'roll swindle goes on and on    Another punk outfit going for a song       A dead popstar's what the country needs    Another fucking job while the moneyman feeds    So, the shining lights have led the way    Another big concert for five years pay    I used to think you meant something new    But you don't me like I see you