Armies - John Lydon

And every scene is seen as obscene

The spoken word should never be heard

And every nude is soon subdued

And every thought should end in nought

And every scene is seen as obscene

The spoken word should never be heard

And every nude is soon subdued

And every thought should end in nought

We’re pushing up daisies we’re falling apart

Their armies are marching we’re playing the part

The scissors are coming to cut out your heart

The sensors are pointing before you can start

The armies are marching

The sensors are coming

An end or beginning

Depend whose defending

Depend on whose listening

Depend on whose defending

Depend on whose listening

We’re pushing up daisies we’re falling apart

Their armies are marching we’re playing the part

The scissors are coming to cut out your heart

The sensors are pointing before you can start

We’re pushing up daisies we’re falling apart

Their armies are marching we’re playing the part

The scissors are coming to cut out your heart

The sensors are pointing before you can start