Turn the page and it′s the scoop of the century
Don't want to be all severed, my head on a furnace
This is brainwash and this is a clue
To the stars who fooled you
Tell me why you can′t explain
You're only looking for vinyl
Yeah, didn't they fool you?
They wanna be you
Gimme World War Three, we can live again
It didn′t fool me, I fooled you
You wanna be me, yeah, you wanna be me
You wanna be someone, ruin someone
Yeah, didn′t I fool you?
I ruined you
Yeah, didn't I fool you?
I sussed you out
I got you in a camera and I got you in my camera
A second of your life ruined for life
You wanna ruin me in your magazine
You wanna cover us in margarine
And now is the time
You got the time
To realise
To have real eyes
Down, down, down, down
And I take you down on the underground
Down in the dark and down in the crypt
Down in the dark where the typewriter fit
Down with your pen and pad
Ready to kill, to make me ill
Down
Wanna be someone, wanna be someone
Need to be someone, you wanna be me
Ruin me
The typewriter god
The black and white king
BBC
Platform boots
Black and white
Wanna be me
Writer(s): John Lydon, Paul Thomas Cook, Glen Matlock, Stephen Philip Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
