Satellite Songtext
von Sex Pistols
Satellite Songtext
Suburban kid, you got no name
Too dumb, baby and you got no brain
I bet you′re all so happy in suburbian dreams
But I'm only laughin′ 'cause you ain't in my scheme
Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you
I only ever listen when you′re on the phone
From your safety, restricted zone home
But when I got nothin′ better to do
Then there? s always you 'cause you′re good for my shoe
Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you
You try and join the scene but you're too obscene
You′re lookin' like a big, fat, pink, baked bean
Lookin′ like a dirty lavatory
There ain't no bid for your chastity
Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you
I'm in love, yeah, yeah I′m in love, oh don′t you feel that?
You know I don't like where you come from
It′s just a satellite of London
But when you look me in the eye
Just remember that I wanna die
Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you
You look at me but I just can't tell
You′re lookin' like you just came outta hell
How did you figure that you′d be any use
When all you're gonna get is my abuse
Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you
I'm in love, I′m really in love, oh don′t you feel it? I'm in love
Too dumb, baby and you got no brain
I bet you′re all so happy in suburbian dreams
But I'm only laughin′ 'cause you ain't in my scheme
Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you
I only ever listen when you′re on the phone
From your safety, restricted zone home
But when I got nothin′ better to do
Then there? s always you 'cause you′re good for my shoe
Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you
You try and join the scene but you're too obscene
You′re lookin' like a big, fat, pink, baked bean
Lookin′ like a dirty lavatory
There ain't no bid for your chastity
Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you
I'm in love, yeah, yeah I′m in love, oh don′t you feel that?
You know I don't like where you come from
It′s just a satellite of London
But when you look me in the eye
Just remember that I wanna die
Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you
You look at me but I just can't tell
You′re lookin' like you just came outta hell
How did you figure that you′d be any use
When all you're gonna get is my abuse
Hey babe, I love you, I love you, I love you
I'm in love, I′m really in love, oh don′t you feel it? I'm in love
Writer(s): John Lydon, Paul Thomas Cook, Glen Matlock, Stephen Philip Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com