Acid Drops

John LydonJohn Lydon 

Follow 0 fans

John Lydon

John Joseph Lydon (born 31 January 1956), also known by the former stage name Johnny Rotten, is a singer-songwriter and television presenter, best known as the lead singer of punk rock band the Sex Pistols from 1975 until 1978, and again for various revivals during the 1990s and 2000s. He is the lead singer of the post-punk band Public Image Ltd (PiL), which he founded and fronted from 1978 until 1993, and again from 2009. Throughout his career, Lydon has made controversial or dismissive comments about the royal family and other subjects. There has been a recent revival of a 1980s movement to have Lydon knighted for his achievements with the Sex Pistols- even though he has since turned down an MBE for his services to music. In 2002 he was named among the 100 … more »

Year:

2005

6:35

222 Views

Playlists:

#3

 The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com

What does it mean? What does anything mean?
Sending out signals I see the smoke screens
What is not dirty? What is not clean?
What should we not hear? What shouldn't be seen?
Running off verbals like a runaway truck

Who censors the censor? Can I do that myself?
Make up my own mind like anyone else
Forget me, forget me not, remember me like acid drops

Mind over morals, anything banned
The zealots are marching with Bible in hand
Keyed to the roof one hundred proof
Some of them hairpins, some of them clams
Desperate Susan's, desperate Dans

Who censors the censor? Can I do that myself?
Make up my own mind like anyone else
You read but missed the plot, you only see that what is not

These are clueless, living in fear
Scared of their own sex or anything clear
Still looking down proboscis crown
Vague hope and no charity, welcome to the 21st century

The hush puppy hushes, a dummy dumb struck
What is bad language? What shouldn't be heard?
Or used as a token or used as a word
What is not dirty? What is not clean?
What is not filthy? What is obscene?

Who censors the censor? Can I do that myself?
Make up my own mind like anyone else
Forget me, forget me not, remember me like acid drops

Different colors, different style
Different cultures, these blend in a while
Prejudice prods through a big picket fence
Divided we fall without a defense

The seat of easement, the privy parliament
Petticoat merchants bent on intent
There everywhere, these tricks of the trade
Some in the light, some in the shade

 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!