A Swindle

You can't believe how you make me feel

Hypocrite's fingers runnin on the till

Once upon a time you had something to say

Well, go ahead punk, come make my day

Now your suck in limbo

Like a music press bimbo

With your gold stretch limo

Hold reporters back at bay

So this is anarchy in the UK

This is it, the end of your career

Made enough money, got nothing to fear

Back in '77, you started something new

Well, the system won't get me like it's got you

So the rock'n'roll swindle goes on and on

Another punk outfit going for a song

A dead popstar's what the country needs

Another fucking job while the moneyman feeds

So, the shining lights have led the way

Another big concert for five years pay

I used to think you meant something new

But you don't me like I see you