Sid Vicious couldn’t play bass guitar
He had no talent
But he was a star
They called him a junkie
They called him a loser
He was nothing more than a heroin abuser
Hated or Loved
I don’t care
He was as badass as they come
With his fucking crazy hair
Nancy was no more than a stupid whore
Johnny Rotten couldn’t save you
But could you save yourself?
I doubt it
No matter how hard you tried
In the end you died
You were a disgrace
With your acne-covered face
Everyone laughed
They called you a fool
But in my eyes
You were still pretty cool
Sid Vicious, where’d you go
Sid Vicious, don’t you know
Tomorrow’s gone
Today’s here to stay
Spiky hair, heroin, and violence
You may no longer be breathing
But you always had it your way
