Lyrics Sex Pistols

Sex Pistols

Dolls (New York)

An imitation from New York

You're made in Japan from cheese and chalk

You're hippy tarts hero 'cos you put on a bad show

You put on a bad show, oh don't it show

Still, out on those pills

Do you remember?

Think it's swell playing Max's Kansas

You're looking bored and you're acting flash

With nothing in your gut you better keep your mouth shut

You better keep your mouth shut in a rut

Still, out on those pills

Do you remember?

Four years on you still look the same

I think it's 'bout time you changed your brain

You're just a pile of shit, you're coming to this

Poor little faggot, you're sealed with a kiss

Four years on you still look the same

I think it's 'bout time you changed your brain

You're just a pile of shit, you're coming to this

Poor little faggot, you're sealed with a kiss

Still, out on those pills

Thought you cahnged

Looking for a kiss

A kiss, a kiss you're looking for a kiss

Looking for a kiss, you're coming to this

Four years on you still look the same

I think it's 'bout time you changed your brain

A kiss, a kiss, looking for a kiss

Now, now, now