The Filth and the Fury Page #9

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We believe | in rock and roll,

and we don't need you, | Sex Pistol.

The record companies know

that our music | means more to them

than your sick anarchy | ever did.

Get out of my car, | you c*nts!

He used to really | get the hump, McLaren,

when we started asking | for money,

so I stopped asking for it.

We never had our own lawyer, | which is insanity.

That's the closest thing to being | in one of these boy bands --

is that they all get reamed,

and we were getting reamed | in that department.

How can you be a Sex Pistol | with no money?

You ring the office, | you get zero response,

your checks weren't paid,

no rent, no earnings, | a complete disaster.

It was wonderful. | "God Save the Queen"!

It was a monkey's tea party.

What the f*** | was the manager doing?

The one that claimed that | he was manipulating everything --

manipulated nothing.

He was clueless at that point.

Once we said, | "We're f***ing leaving the group

unless you f***ing get us some gigs, | you stupid little c*nt,"

he got something together | the next day.

Well, he could have done that | all the time.

"Spots" was a good one -- | Sex Pistols on tour.

But I thought it was dreadful | that we had to, like,

not be ourselves, and go | under secret monikers.

I'm a Sex Pistol, | and that's it.

And we just did these secret | gigs in the small clubs,

and it was just packed with fans | who'd never seen us.

And they were like | the best shows, man.

They were f***ing great.

# A cheap holiday | in other people's misery #

# I don't want a holiday | in the sun #

# I wanna go | to the new Belsen #

# I wanna see some history #

# 'Cause now I got | a reasonable economy #

# Now I got a reason, | now I got a reason #

# Now I got a reason, | and I'm still waiting #

# Now I got a reason, | now I got a reason #

# To be waiting #

# The berlin wall #

I thought "Holidays in the Sun" | was our crowning glory.

# 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 Ill #

# I'm looking over the wall | and they're looking at me #

# Now I got a reason, | now I got a reason #

# Now I got a reason, | and I'm still waiting #

# Now I got a reason, | now I got a reason #

# To be waiting #

# The Berlin Wall #

Huddersfield, I remember | very fondly.

Two concerts, a matinee,

with children | throwing pies at me,

and later on that night, | striking union members.

It was heaven.

He wants dad back at work,

which I think | is a very good idea, indeed.

It was like | our Christmas party, really.

I remember everyone being | really relaxed that day.

Everyone was getting on | really well,

and everyone | was in such a great mood.

'Cause it was a benefit | for the kids

offiremen who were on strike | around that time,

and who'd been on strike | for a long time.

And I've written | to Santa Claus today,

and I have got you | a skateboard.

Lot of love in the house,

and Sid was great that day.

Everything about it | was just wonderful.

Okay, gang, this party | is given to you absolutely free

and at the expense | of the Sex Pistols,

so let's have a big cheer | for the Sex Pistols.

Come on, let's hear you!

# She was a girl | from Birmingham #

# She just had an abortion #

# She was a case | of insanity #

# Her name was pauline, | she lived in a tree #

# She was a no one | who killed her baby #

# She sent her letter | from the country #

# She was an animal #

# She was a bloody disgrace #

# Body #

# I'm not an animal #

# Body #

# I'm not an animal #

It's not a question | of an Ml5 blacklist,

there are certain groups | whom we do not regard with favor,

and whom I personally will do | everything I can

within the law to prevent | ever coming to London again.

# F*** this and f*** that #

# F*** it all | and f*** the f***ing brat #

# She don't want a baby | who looks like that #

# I don't want a baby | who looks like that #

# Body #

# I'm not an animal #

# Body #

# An unborn kid #

# An animal #

# I'm not an animal #

# I'm not an animal, | an animal #

# I'm not an animal | I ain't no animal #

# I'm not a body #

# I'm not an animal, | an animal #

# I ain't no an animal | I'm not an animal #

# I'm not an animal... #

# Mommy! #

I think that was | our last gig in England.

- Who's this? | - Sex Pistols.

Sid Vicious?

Yes.

This is Rodney Bingenheimer | from "Rodney on the Roq" show.

Oh, hi, man. | No future.

Is Johnny Rotten there?

- Yeah. | - Hey, how are you doing?

I'm doing all right.

You'll be coming to America | soon, won't you?

Get work, | move to California.

- Come to California | - It's the best.

Oh, I don't know...

Can you get egg and chips?

You can do anything | you want here, man.

No one is repressed in L.A.

Oh, yes you are. | Mentally repressed, dear.

Right -- that's true.

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The incredible Kansas...

Family Funk | from the Sylvers...

The outrageousness | of the Sex Pistols.

Some slick dealing | from Ricky Jay,

and funnyman | Robert Aguayo.

We had trouble | getting our visas

'cause we had criminal records, | all of us.

They strip-searched us | at the airport,

and thank god Sid was | the first one they strip-searched,

'Cause as soon as they've seen | his underwear...

That was it, | we were safe.

They had no wish to play

with the rest of our willies | after that point.

Across the globe

they achieved a notoriety | in 19 languages.

In the city, voted | "Young businessmen of the year"

by the lnvestors' Review.

On Fleet Street, | they sold more papers

than the Armistice.

They didn't care | about the music --

they were purely into chaos.

Security was tight | for the arrival

of the infamous punk rock group | known as the Sex Pistols,

that naughty bunch | of counter-culture radicals.

Warner records had warned

that the group might attack | members of the American Press,

but when Steve Jones, | Paul Cook,

Johnny Rotten, | and Sid Vicious arrived,

this is | what they had to say...

Nothing.

Well, coming to America...

was definitely | a strange experience.

Ow-ww! F***ing kick me | in the f***ing balls?

We had, like, | these bodyguards...

With walkie-talkies, | and that...

Continually followed by, | like, FBI

and f***ing CIA, | and 50 journalists.

It was kinda scary.

And here they are -- | at least two of them --

in a hotel room in Atlanta,

waiting for the other two | to do a promised interview.

But they're in | a strange mood...

Flaky -- demanding they be paid | ten bucks

before they'll do any | "bleep-bleep" interview.

Denied that, | they stomp off.

"Bleep," they say.

When the four young men left, | their spit was on the carpet,

their butts on the floor.

The dregs of an afternoon's | beer and booze,

and a couple of empty boxes | of Clearasil.

They left the hotel | to go to a sex devices store,

and then to their first concert | in America.

We didn't come from America, | we didn't understand America,

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