Sid was a punk rock king Nancy was a broken queen
Their lives were so glamorous Sid and Nancy were a mess

When you're hooked on heroin don't you know you'll never win [bad word] don't ever pay you really did it your way

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We still believe in anarchy it makes me so [bad word] angry
Sid and Nancy meant a lot to me you may be dead but your souls are free
Like Romeo and Juliet you two made a pact of death
Like the needle that ya used Sid and Nancy were born to lose

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Sid never meant any harm he shot some dope into his arm
All he wanted was some fun now she's lying in a pool of blood
Always loaded, always high why did you have to die?
I'll say one thing is It leaves me with a bitter taste

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