John Lydon’s stage manner makes me want to fight him (*want* to, in the not-actually-WANT-to way), avoid him meticulously, and also become a social worker.
I heard that song first performed by the Bad Shepherds (because I can say “I feel like a punk!!” as much as I like, but feeling and being and having respectable knowledge of are all different), and that was when I knew it was one of my favourite songs. I don’t know what it means, but I know what I hear.
And now.. I’m going to have afternoon tea.