Letras:
Sex Pistols My Way

sin nada mas si no un senor con lagrimas? Debe decir, debe gritar, debe sentir en la verdad Noche gane, sobresalir, lo hice my way! Lo hice my way!

it all, When there was doubt I shot it up or kicked it out I fought the just as before And did it my way Knocked out in bed last night I've had my fill, my

a queer Iґll state my case, of which Iґm certain Iґve lived a life thatґs full And each and every highway And yet, much more than this I did it my way

you bait Or the mate either way you on my plate gettin ate After grace, if you taste like base, snares and tenors be my dinner I'm hotter in the winter

the trade center Brain bending pain enter ya nervous system and make you wanna turn the other way Stick yo fuckin head in the dirt, don't even look in my

: [Originally performed by The Sex Pistols] I'm on a submarine mission for you baby I feel the way you're going I picked you up on my TV screen I feel

: [THE SEX PISTOLS (Jones/Cook/Matlock/Rotten)] Seen you in the mirror when the story began and I fell in love with you I love yer mortal sin Your brains

catch a case the way she beat my dick up with her face Ain't no use in makin plans with me, she know I'm here for sex On another note, where them haters

hit up, blessed by the way I protest Your world, gettin' it all of my chest Yes, the struggle grab me, hatin' better have me Drama from my momma, disowned by my