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Sex Pistols (Live in Japan, The Filthy Lucre Tour 1996)- Satellite
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INTERPRÉTATION
Sex Pistols
Sex Pistols
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
John Lydon
John Lydon
Composition
Steve Jones
Steve Jones
Paroles/Composition
Paul Cook
Paul Cook
Paroles/Composition
Glen Matlock
Glen Matlock
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Chris Thomas
Chris Thomas
Production
Pete Lewis
Pete Lewis
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

Suburban kid, you got no name Too dumb, baby and you got no brain I bet you're all so happy in suburbian dreams But I'm only laughin' 'cause you ain't in my scheme Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you I only ever listen when you're on the phone From your safety, restricted zone home But when I got nothin' better to do Then there? s always you 'cause you're good for my shoe Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you You try and join the scene but you're too obscene You're lookin' like a big, fat, pink, baked bean Lookin' like a dirty lavatory There ain't no bid for your chastity Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you I'm in love, yeah, yeah I'm in love, oh don't you feel that? You know I don't like where you come from It's just a satellite of London But when you look me in the eye Just remember that I wanna die Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you You look at me but I just can't tell You're lookin' like you just came outta hell How did you figure that you'd be any use When all you're gonna get is my abuse Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you I'm in love, I'm really in love, oh don't you feel it? I'm in love
Writer(s): John Lydon, Paul Thomas Cook, Glen Matlock, Stephen Philip Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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