My Way (Sid's Way) Songtext
von Sid Vicious
My Way (Sid's Way) Songtext
And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
Hahaha
You cunt, I′m not a queer
I'll state my case, of which I′m certain
I've lived a life that's full
And each and every highway
And that, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets, I′ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I have to do
I saw it through without condemption
I planned each chartered course
Each careful step along the highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
There were times, I′m sure you knew
When there was fuck
Fuck, fuck all else to do
But through it all
When there was doubt
I shot it up, I kicked it out
I faced the wall and the world
And did it my way
I've laughed and been a snide
I′ve had my fill, uh, my share of losing
And now, the tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think I killed a cat
And may I say, not in a gay way
Oh no, oh, no, not me
I did it my way
For what is a brat, what has he got
When he wears hats and he cannot
Say the things he truly feels
But only the words of one who kneels
The record shows I've fucked a bloke
And did it my way
And so I face the final curtain
Hahaha
You cunt, I′m not a queer
I'll state my case, of which I′m certain
I've lived a life that's full
And each and every highway
And that, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets, I′ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I have to do
I saw it through without condemption
I planned each chartered course
Each careful step along the highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
There were times, I′m sure you knew
When there was fuck
Fuck, fuck all else to do
But through it all
When there was doubt
I shot it up, I kicked it out
I faced the wall and the world
And did it my way
I've laughed and been a snide
I′ve had my fill, uh, my share of losing
And now, the tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think I killed a cat
And may I say, not in a gay way
Oh no, oh, no, not me
I did it my way
For what is a brat, what has he got
When he wears hats and he cannot
Say the things he truly feels
But only the words of one who kneels
The record shows I've fucked a bloke
And did it my way
Writer(s): Paul Anka, Claude Francois, Jacques Revaux, Gilles Thibault Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com