The Filth and the Fury Page #10

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so how the f*** | could they understand us?

Okay, all you cowboys.

You faggots!

And I said, "You f***ing | motherfucking f*ggot cowboys."

They were throwing | a rain of bottles and beer cans,

and pigs' noses, | and f*** knows what.

Anarchy in...

I got a full can of beer | smashed right on my lip.

The U-S of A.

F***ing big fat lip | with blood dripping down it.

The gigs were | pretty frightening,

'cause of all the publicity | that had preceded us.

People were coming there | just to see this freak show.

They thought we were gonna be | sick on stage,

crap on stage, | beat each other up,

kill each other -- | well, it was partly true.

# I am an antichrist #

# I am an anarchist... #

Then Sid started | beating himself,

cutting himself on stage, | and totally being out to lunch.

# l... #

# Wanna be #

Birds were better looking | in America, that's for sure.

I really enjoyed | that part of it,

and they knew | how to suck dick.

They learn at an early | age here.

Sid loved the Pistols --

as a fan...

but being on stage with us, | he couldn't cope.

He wasn't being himself | anymore,

he was trying to be | Johnny Rotten...

with the drugs.

And that showed, I think, | to my mind, very bad.

The f***ing Texas patrolmen | took me...

and threw me out the door.

And they have the authority | 'cause they have a badge,

and they have a f***ing | billy club and a gun.

Malcolm, he liked the idea | of Sid being outrageous,

however much it | f***ed things up for the band.

I think he encouraged him. | I remember Sid saying once...

"He could never be | outrageous enough."

And Malcolm's going, | "Yes, yes, I agree."

"You can go mad, | go all the way."

It says to me that I should do | what I wanna do, you know?

And just f*** everybody else.

Just f*** everybody else, | you know? Just f*** 'em.

They moved me, | they made me shake

more than I've ever | shook before,

and that's what... | what makes them the best.

I think I heard one time | that they...

urinated on the audience | one time.

Why, I don't know. | Itjust sounds goofy.

- Get outta here! | - What are they saying?

Get outta here!

It's better than homework.

Get the f*** outta here!

You f*ggot f***er!

Yeah, the guy f***ing tried | to climb up on stage

and f***ing attack me,

so I smashed his f***ing brains | in with my guitar.

He knew that I meant | physical harm,

and I have to say | I was ugly about it.

But he came out and hit us | over the head with the bass.

They were great.

If I could only make out | the words, they'd be greater.

That was my first time | in America.

Sid would sit next to me, | and we'd look out the window,

and we'd stare | at that endless scenery,

and imagine John Wayne | and the indians.

You wouldn't sleep. | You wouldn't want to,

because it was | so first time.

Steve and paul flew | around America with Malcolm.

Steven, | what kind of badge you got?

I don't know. | Safety department.

Safety department. | That's very good.

Say goodbye. | Say goodbye.

They didn't want to be | on the tour bus,

'cause they were "really bored | with that reggae, man."

Steve and Paul | are a pair of sheep.

They do what Malcolm says.

Sid was just | looking for smack,

and being an idiot. | Rotten got into his ego...

itjust got really depressing, | really quick.

But the point is, | Sid's my mate,

and I don't want him | to be ajunkie.

This is why we traveled | on the bus,

this is why Sid was to stick | with me,

and like, the others | just didn't understand.

They thought, | "Oh, you can handle it, man."

But, like, dope sickness | isn't like that.

It's not something | that you can just blow away.

It's the worst sickness | you could ever imagine.

He was far too young | for that sh*t,

and un-american | for that sh*t.

I can drink, | and I can drink a druggie

out of being a druggie.

And I will do that | for my friends,

every time, any time.

You can't get comfortable, | and you sweat...

and you're boiling hot | and you pour with sweat.

And your nose dribbles and...

and all of a sudden | you get the colds,

and the sweat turns | to f***ing ice on you,

and you put ajumper on.

Then you're boiling hot again, | and you take it off, and, like,

you get cold again and, like, | you just can't win.

And you lie down, | and that's not comfortable,

you sit up, that's not comfortable. | It drives you insane.

I despise Sid for it,

and I'll despise anyone | for messing with it ever since.

It is the only drug that really | cancels out all creativity.

It is about self-pity.

It is the lowest, | worst form of life.

Well, he wasn't even playing | at the end.

You know, he could barely | play it anyway.

Half the time he wasn't even | plugged in.

It was like ajoke. | It was like...

"What the f*** | am I up here for?

What am I doing with this f***ing, | like, kind of circus?"

I just didn't want | any part of it.

In the end, like, | I was the only one

who had any anarchy left in me.

The rest of the band, | they couldn't f***ing take it.

And then we got to, like... | Like I said, San Francisco,

and Malcolm's in town,

and Sid goes off | with Malcolm,

suddenly Sid comes back | smacked up.

Winterland -- | the final countdown.

It wasn't | a rock and roll party.

It was more | like a dying horse

that needed putting | out of its misery.

But Malcolm saw it more | as a media circus.

He didn't realize | what a great band we were.

This is KSAM | in San Francisco,

with the Sex Pistols, | live from Winterland.

Throughout the show, people | were hurling things at them.

From all over -- | from above, from the sides,

from right down below -- | and there were people

jumping up on stage | and being carried off.

The stage is...

Here they come.

It's not really impossible | in San Francisco

to have monitors that work.

...is it?

Is it impossible | to have a sound check?

No.

Here's the encore | of the Sex Pistols.

Malcolm would set it up | to look ridiculous.

We were all cheated --

audience... | and lead singer alike.

You'll get one number | and one number only,

'cause I'm a lazy bastard.

You have to understand, | they stayed in a very nice hotel.

This is "no fun."

Me and Sid were not allowed | in that very nice hotel.

We had to stay with | the road crew in a motel.

The sheer lack of respect... | for Malcolm --

and him not returning a call --

that was it for me.

It wasn't connived at all.

We got to our hotel | and booked in.

I wasn't aware that he didn't | get a room there.

So he ended up staying | somewhere else.

# No fun, my babe #

# No fun #

Malcolm was f***ing | with me.

I had no credit card, | and no money, no ticket.

He was trying to wreck

the very thing that made | the Sex Pistols great,

and he managed to achieve it | that night.

# ...fun to be alone #

# ln love #

# With nobody else #

John came over, | and we tried to have

a "clear the air" talk, | and we said to him,

"l don't wanna carry on, | really much longer

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