SPS! As Pistols Sex? Nopee! Da FlUd!

Even my holy toyleti has this shitty dilemma "Shood I just punk off, inmatee?" Is it going after yor ass, pee, sexy? I mean, decently! What's brown-nosing, folk, baby? U anarkey? Dawg me ark! R U Kay?

A punk beat messy stayt of diss order toiletree piper shoot dyou to abseance or nonrecognition of authority, folking the controlling systeam. S cream, anarchy? Don’t scream, inmatee, I’m your SPS fan, so dead you can fall asleep, baby, mostly peacefully! Ah disease a bury complex & controvirgil love post of ah depression. Analyze dead!

Thursdy Thursdy, what a terrebel day of the weak to pull through! How am I strong supposed to survive the Thirst Day, ha, duda? This FUrst Day’s killing the hole thirsting punk scene along with Furious Me, what I’m gunna doohoo, ha, duda? Ya know, duda, I dude dunno shit, duda, but I always know what or who I am in or on, I never pass out, I swear on my recreational classic Dixie! I & O can be substituted for E, a parson woohoo refuses to give in to authority. I’m literally SPS by accident. “Snížená Pracovní Schopnost” translates as Reduced Work Capacity in Czech. Oops! See, inmatee, I’m literally XXXidented, LOL! Dead I’m unemployed, a heart-war-king bum? Dead I’m fucken layzee like a koala bear? What zoo yooh tink, twerking my ass off typing like there’s no tumarrow? Eye n ear n teeth don’t care! Am I terrebel? Oh no!

The only drug, gosh, I didn’t design, dang, I recrytionally shoot in my vain is nymphetamine. FYI, something is recrytional if youh doohoo it just for fan, ahem, fun. If youh're not a professional golfer but love the teary game to death, it's recrytional. Anything youh doohoo because youh enjoy it to the death, rather than because you’re obligated to doohoo it, is, not ease, recrytional.

N what’s dead I’m supposedly on then? SPS, duda. SPS? Sex Pistols Suck? What? Dead I’m gonna suck your ass n pussy? Funk, baby! Punk, inmatee! Not maybe! Comb on, it’s not dead doorty! Dead I’m high on you? Are you sure dead I’m low on ya? Dead I don’t resist? Fank yoU for your refreshingly impersonal XXXception or deception playing dead, bu bu butt shouldn’t I just kiss your ass n pussy, not suck them motherfuckers, ha? Ah … I’m fainting now, inmatee, just this once, punk you, duda, shoot me fanny while spiraling down, not in the vein, though …

… I’ve always been worrying n worried a boat you, whether U K, baby, to preserve from the Flood. I punky never check despite being Czech in Nicar-Agua, not in Alco-Hole drunky as a skunky, at the world’s ignoble weed end. What a dissgrace or pity, I tend to fail to stick to my Worry Schedule to keep you sobered up in check, ‘cause I’m literally terrebel, autistic, a dienosour warrior, staring into your smashed mirror …

Amidst the chaos that was the Sex Pistols, it’s often overlooked just what a great band they are, and what great records they made. The Sex Pistols are no ordinary band; their story is long and complicated, and not without its casualties. Without them popular culture in the last 30+ years would be very, very different. The Pistols didn’t just kick down doors; they kicked them off the wall. For a band who (really) only released one album and four singles, they spawned a sea of imitators; and still do to this day. Not bad for a band that supposedly “couldn’t play”. The Sex Pistols certainly could play; one listen to their ferocious raw rock and roll will soon tell you that.

Despite claims from New York, the Sex Pistols are the true originators of punk; no one else had their attitude, balls, or honesty. The Pistols were inspired by anger and poverty, not art and poetry. “An imitation from New York, you’re cheese and chalk…” There never was a punk movement. There was the Sex Pistols and there was the rest. The Sex Pistols ARE punk; the rest are “punk rock”. Big difference…

History is blatantly being re-written. Fabrications are constantly spouted that when The Ramones came to England in 1976 the Sex Pistols turned up at their first show at London, Roundhouse, and asked them how to form a band. On that very night – July 4th 1976 – the Sex Pistols played the Black Swan, Sheffield (over 260 kilometres away) and had regularly been playing live for over 8 months.

Over the years the Pistols have had to put up with these kind of lies and petty jealousies. There is always someone, somewhere, trying to undermine them. It just proves they were doing something right in the first place.

The Sex Pistols - Anarchy In The U.K (official video)

Right now, heh, heh, heh, heh

I am an Antichrist
I am an anarchist
Don't know what I want but I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passersby
'Cause I, I wanna be anarchy
No dog's body

Anarchy for the U.K. it's coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time, stop a traffic line
Your future dream is a shopping scheme
'Cause I, I wanna be anarchy
In the city

How many ways to get what you want?
I use the best, I use the rest
I use the N.M.E
I use anarchy
'Cause I, I wanna be anarchy
The only way to be

Is this the M.P.L.A?
Or is this the U.D.A?
Or is this the I.R.A?
I thought it was the U.K
Or just another country
(Another count in tenenssi)

I wanna be anarchy
And I wanna be anarchy
And I wanna be anarchist
I get pissed, destroy

In the awesome 90’s back in Czechoslovakia I literally grew up, actually didn’t, on your ass, P, says! Who? In your ass, P, sex? Byoulsheed? SPS, really! Baby, I frankly hate saytanic Briteesh Sex Pistols ‘cause I love Czechoslovakian SPS, yours, you? Ass Pussy Sweat, which is grave or gravy, makes me a bury bury healthy individual ‘cause I don’t drink, I’m an SPS fan, ahem, your SPS fan, even fanner, terrebel, a rod bearer, precipitating in diss shitty love re-search!

SPS – Adios (video)

We are playing the last concert at your place
And maybe we'll see each other for the last time
We'll drink and eat everything here, sheit
We will exchange the spending for overnight stays
The last journey awaits us along the highway
We're not going to squeeze in the van anymore
Pump women know our morning gestures
We run to work with a baguette
Adios, fellow punks
We roared together as a senior team
Adios, fellow punks
No future for me!
Adios, fellow punks
We roared together as a senior team
Adios, fellow punks
No future for me!
Long years on the scene have passed
And someone was also flying in the crosshairs
In the hotel, in the engine room and in the rain
Mr. Rumme ended up in a brothel somewhere
We hang guitars on nails
And there will be no further plans
We will make bonfires out of crates
And we'll let the girls go naked at home
Adios, fellow punks
We roared together as a senior team
Adios, fellow punks
No future for me!
Adios, fellow punks
We roared together as a senior team
Adios, fellow punks
No future for me!
Adios, fellow punks
We roared together as a senior team
Adios, fellow punks
No future for me!
Adios, fellow punks
We roared together as a senior team
Adios, fellow punks
No future for me!
No future for me!
No future for me!
No future for me!
No future

Strach (Fear)

burning pain,
silence in the soul, coldness
How to find shelter
hunger for happiness
Now you're falling down
what pulls you down
Just the clang of bells
the end is near

I know there's no time
your day is gone forever
I know there's no time
your day is gone forever

Addiction, fear,
you are cramping
And Dust in the heart,
I hope you're not dying
You want to find a way
you run away
You will not escape punishment
cry for help

I know there's no time
your day is gone forever
I know there's no time
your day is gone forever

Století chaosu ( A Century Of Chaos)

I barely survive in this time
and before I run out
I'm on the edge of society
in a block of flats,
looking for a place for me
I don't look anyone in the eye

like an animal that suffers
as I pack my things
like howling wolves
like I'm looking for another one
like a small child
I jump into the net
like people who drink
and let go of your vein

the price has changed
and there was a change in my life
and for me and for me unexpected
I already know I can't back down
I passed a difficult test
and suddenly and suddenly the fall came

like an animal that suffers
as I pack my things
like howling wolves
like I'm looking for another one
like a small child
I jump into the net
like people who drink
and let go of your vein

Svoboda 89 (Freedom 89)

It's a funeral here, that human freedom is sacrificed only to hang black flags
This is the funeral of human freedom, it remains only to raise black flags

What kind of game am I playing in this strange world
chess among each other
the stronger will sweep you away
so why are you wondering what kind of people we are
don't believe that they brought us up like this
they thought they weren't role models for us when they hammered their opinions into our heads

This is the funeral of human freedom, only to hang black flags.
This is the funeral of human freedom, only to hang black flags

We want to stand out from their ranks and we want to recognize our opinions
and we will defend them and we will honor them
we will defend ourselves if they come to take them away from us


This is the funeral of human freedom, only to hang black flags.
This is the funeral of human freedom, only to hang black flags

Máma (Mommy)

When mommy didn't like his long hair
The boys immediately persuaded him
Take care too
Come to us
We are free people
Don't accept anything
I would like to have a mommy
I would like to tell you
That among punks
I feel better
I'm better, I'm better, I'm better, I'm better, I'm better
I'm better, I'm better, I'm better, I'm better, I'm better
He was sitting with his beer again
A crisis came upon him
So make up your mind
He shaved his Cherokee
When he came home that evening
Mommy was crying terribly
He collected his five plums
Packed and left
The bottle flew at him
I would like to have a mommy
I would like to tell you
That among punks
I feel better
I would like to have a mommy
I would like to tell you
That among punks
I feel better

To už tady bylo (It Was Already Here!)

The mayor of the village won't let you live
It's ten o'clock and he wants you to be quiet
A hollow citizen becomes a fool
But you make a mess until the morning
The decree applies equally to everyone
You pay the fines or I'll take you down
Turn off the lights and build the sheds
Hide inside the calm before the storm
It's been here before!

Neighbors are rats and call the cops
There was drinking in the apartments
Monday to the office and dig holes
It was already here!

Neighbors are rats and call the cops
There was drinking in the apartments
Monday to the office and dig holes
It was already here

Comrades at the town hall have the authority
Just bring them an envelope and they'll give you a stamp
The moron laughs and waves at you from afar
If he sends the hygiene department there, it will be famous
At ten o'clock, turn off the crates
This is the same decision for everyone
Someone will spank you and someone will add to it
The left is being played slowly and quietly
It was already here!

Neighbors are rats and call the cops
There was drinking in the apartments
Monday to the office and dig holes
It was already here!

Neighbors are rats and call the cops
There was drinking in the apartments
Monday to the office and dig holes
It was already here

Útěk z reality (An Escape From Reality)

You're left alone with only your bottles you are afraid of the truth and what is a lie

No one knows what awaits you here, you're standing here alone, just quietly bawling

What's left for you now, what do you want to live for, your heart to disgust love life bends

You're dying to walk on the moon, the second self hints, the first self defends

Escapes from reality, escapes from dreams, escapes from banality, everyone knows it

Escapes from reality, escapes from dreams, escapes from banality, everyone knows it

You only drink a drop of your own ruin, your world has collapsed, what's next?

You leave the gate in the midnight gloom, I took my own life after finishing the bottle

Escapes from reality, escapes from dreams, escapes from banality, everyone knows it

Escapes from reality, escapes from dreams, escapes from banality, everyone knows it

Milionář (Me-Lone-Aire)

It's so easy to curse and be pissed off
Borrow money, somewhere to earn, and be impartial
It doesn't matter which country it's in
Mortgages, foreclosures, idiots, I charge hard
Fast loans for Christmas, golden cards, it pays off
I won't lose my pocket money among those debtors

Millions fly through the air
I let it out with one ear
Which planet are you from?
Millions fly through the air
I let it out with one ear
Which planet are you from?

It's very easy to curse and be pissed off
Corporations, Deviance, business, and being shit
Better to close your eyes, better not to see it
Where are they all going and fighting
The innocent institutions pay for the mess, drain the state budget
What instructions do they have for this, I can't read it anywhere in the book


Millions fly through the air
I let it out with one ear
Which planet are you from?
Millions fly through the air
I let it out with one ear
Which planet are you from?

Tak vole (What The Fuck, Lava Dude!)

I get up awkwardly when my hands are tied
In the box, there are movies where hearts are broken

I have to lose something to find something new
Ain't nobody to talk to, I'm so far gone 
So man, talk to yourself (hey, hey, hey)
So man, make up your own mind (hey, hey, hey)
What the fuck, Dude, make up for yourself, alone, alone
What the fuck, Dude, make up your own mind

I can't look at those happy couples
How they relate to each other and I just sweep the bars
I have to lose something to find something new
There's no one to talk to, I'm so far gone


So man, take care of yourself (hey, hey, hey)
So man, help yourself (hey, hey, hey)
What the fuck, Dude, take care of yourself, alone, alone
So man, help yourself
So man, take care of yourself (hey, hey, hey)
So man, take care of yourself (hey, hey, hey)
What the fuck, Dude, take care of yourself, alone, alone
So man, take care of yourself (hey, hey, hey)
So man, take care of yourself (hey, hey, hey)
So man, take care of yourself (hey, hey, hey)
What the fuck, Dude, help yourself, alone, alone
What the fuck, Dude, make up your own mind

Je tu vůbec někdo? (Is There Anybody Here At All?)

Is there anyone here
who doesn't feel Depressed?
Is there anyone at all
who hasn't drunk from a pint?
Is there anyone here
who hasn't bled in fights?
Is there anyone at all
who hasn't messed around in Deep shit?
Is there anyone here who
who doesn't give you a fuck?
Is there anyone at all
who is destroying themselves at work?
Is there anyone here
who hasn't eaten a sausage with mustard?
Is there anyone at all
who hasn't dug the blue monkey?
Is there anyone at all
who hasn't smoked Start cigarettes?
Is there anyone here
who has given up on my party?
Is there anyone here
who hasn't listened to Sex Pistols?
Is there anyone at all
who hasn't frozen on the table?

Velký bratr (Big Brother)

With your current location
Via satellites above the sky
We are just dot after dot
In the network, what cannot be escaped
We are looking for a single option
A fake face hidden from you 

With a chip in the capital
You walk around the city
Feelings are the same as of a hungry alcoholic
who needs to drink daily

Big brother can see you on camera
And your number is going into the system
You are waiting for the next assignment
You chat with AleXXXah at home
Robots work best
They program our love story
Codes and data intermingle
And they reject everything old
Not only your head is screwed up


With a chip in the capital
You walk around the city
Feelings are the same as of a hungry alcoholic
who needs to drink daily

Jsme v hajzlu (We In The Toilet)

Hey, hey, hey, hey Dusty land and Dusty cities
dusty people and strong gestures,
rotten houses and unclean air
fucking love, fucking life
what a horrible place, what a terrible smell
Who should live here and who should survive here
all that remains is to drink and rot alive
there is fear and dread everywhere
coz the killer is waiting for his victim

Not like this, no
not like this
not like this
not like this
not like this
not like this

getting killed or breaking her neck
it will happen to all of us anyway
this Disgusting and Dusty dream
unfortunately, it's the truth
and we have to get it out, live with it, survive

Not like this, no
not like this
not like this
not like this
not like this
not like this

so we're in the toilet, we're in the shit
we are scKrUwed
we're in Deep trouble, we eat the sheit, we drink the sheit
we are scKrUwed
we are at an unholy mass, such a mess, ah, us the mess

It’s written, referring to The Divine Comedy, with its imaginative vision of the afterlife, dead “Virgil represents human reason and the lasting impact of being an important historical figure -- even in death he was still considered important. This is something which Dante Alighieri valued and aspired to.”

Ready to jump off the ark Flava Me into da FlUd, Sandy, Punky, Sindy? SPS much?

… theme-related:

FYI, my epituff ease a phrase or form of words written in memory of a parson who has died, especially as an inscription on a tombstone. It’s something mine by which a punk, dream time, diss event will be remembered. Our story makes a sorry epitaph to a great lava/no lava/fuck lava career …

Cleany dawgy? Cleany, bury! Adios, no fewchur for me? According to SPS. Or gosh, what were/are ya/me thinking? Snorekling? Beauwling? Moonwalking? Dang! FYI, snoring is a rhythmic rumbling, gasping sound arising from breathing on ah depression or suffering some cardiovascular ah disease while asleep.

QUIZ FOR THE WIZ: Is SPS?

• Sales plus streaming

  SPS is a common way to measure a song's popularity by combining sales and streaming. It's a way to express "units".

• Carnatic music

  In Carnatic music, SPS is a ritualistic singing sequence of the letters S, P, and S. It's considered challenging to sing without warming up first.

• Stiff-person syndrome

  SPS is a rare neurological disorder that causes stiff muscles in the torso, arms, and legs. People with SPS may also be more sensitive to noise, touch, and emotional distress.

• Sanitary and phytosanitary measures

  SPS are biosecurity measures that protect people, animals, and plants from pests, diseases, toxins, and contaminants.

• State Police Services

  SPS is the police force in India that's supervised by the state governments.

• Secure Payment System

  SPS is a payment process in billing

• Ass P Sweat

  SPS is a drunk punk rock band from Prague, Czech Reapublick, formed in … 8