sex pistols – From Beyond The Grave

In a bar Johnny drinks
Johnny drinks Johnnie Walker
Till he runs up a bill he can’t pay
He’s drinking to the memory
Of a prince in a pauper’s grave

And it’s go Johnny go
Where the bruises don’t show
In the church yard wherre the nervous get wrecked
And turn off your wireless
For two minutes of silence
Cough up and pay your respects

And go to the park
Where vicars and tarts
Prey for their tormented souls
By the American graffiti
>From Elephant and Castle
In Ford Capri Orange
And Volkswagen yellow and gold

Johnny drinks, Johnny drinks,
Johnny drinks Johnnie Walker
Till he runs up a bill
The Pope couldn’t pay
Cockles his muscles alive alive ‘o
Smashes his bottles of unholy water
And it’s go Johnny, go Johnny go, go, go

Back to the churchyard
Where day out and day in
Those original sinners
Are religiously praying
And where there was muck
There’s a brass band that’s playing
Playing to the memory
Of a prince in a pauper’s grave