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