Sex Pistols : God Save The Queen
Stand to attention, you slack-jawed, baggy-arsed little bastards, you are in the presence of greatness...
little bastards, you are in the presence of
greatness. These 'dance' re-mixes are the
sort of quarter-arsed shite that any one of you could
have knocked off in five minutes using one of them
dodgy DJ programmes you can download off the net.
While severely skunkblasted.
get the original as well, and everything the Sex Pistols ever recorded still sounds like the entire
Royal Family were hung from meathooks and
savagely battered by cricket bat wielding mental
patients at the back of the studio. Which, apparently,
they weren't. Shame.
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