Right now
I am an anti-Christ
And I am an anarchist
Don't know what I want, but I know how get it
I want to destroy, possibly?

'Cause I want to be anarchy, no dog's body
Anarchy for the U.S.A.
It's coming sometime, it may be
I give a wrong time, stop a traffic light
Your future dream is a shopping spree

'Cause I want to be anarchy, in the city
Of many ways to get what you want
I use the best, I use the rest
I use the enemy
I use anarchy

'Cause I want to be anarchy, it's the only way to be
Is this the M.P.L.A.?
Is this the U.D.A.?
Is this the I.R.A.?
I thought it was the U.S.A., or just another country
And other cunt-like tendencies
'Cause I want to be anarchy, 'cause I want to be
Anarchy, you know what I mean?

'Cause I want to be anarchist, again I'm pissed
Destroy!

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Writer(s): Glen Matlock, John Lydon, Paul Thomas Cook, Stephen Philip Jones