My Way
The Sid Vicious Experience Lyrics

And now, the end is near
I am approaching death

And so I face the final curtain
I must confront the inevitability of my demise

You cunt, I'm not a queer
I am not homosexual, as some may have presumed

I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I will speak my mind with self-assurance

I've lived a life that's full
I have experienced a life of variety and richness

And each and every highway
I have traveled every possible path

And yet, much more than this
I have done even more than that

I did it my way
I have done it all on my own terms

Regrets. I've had a few
I do have some remorse for certain things I have done

But then again, too few to mention.
But they are not enough to dwell on

But dig, what I have to do
But listen, I know what I must do

I'll see it through with no devotion
I will persist with determination, but without passion

Of that, take care and just
Be careful with yourself, and just remember

Be careful along the highway
Be cautious in your journey through life

And more, much more than this
And in fact, there is still more

I did it my way
I have always followed my own path

There were times, I´m sure you knew
There were moments that you must have been aware of

When there was but but Fucking else to do
When there was nothing else that could be done

But through it all, When there was doubt
But despite everything, when there was uncertainty

I shot it up or kicked it out
I either got high or fought against it

I faced the wall, and the wall
I confronted an insurmountable obstacle

And did it my way.
But I tackled it in my own unique manner.

Knocked out in bed last night
I was unconscious in my bed last night

I´ve had my fill, my share of looting
I have indulged in enough bad behavior

And now, the tears subside
And now, I am no longer emotional

I find it all so amusing
I am entertained by it all

To think, I killed a cat
To consider that I have killed a cat

And may I say, oh no, not their way
And let me say, I did not do it as others would have

But no, oh no, not me
But I did it in my own special way

I did it my way
I always have done things in my own way

For what is a brat, What has he got
Because what is a young person, what do they really possess?

When he finds out that he cannot
When they discover that they are unable to

Say the things he truly thinks
Speak what they genuinely feel

But only the words, Not what he feels
Instead, only expressing what they are permitted to say

The record shows, I´ve got no clothes
The truth is evident, I have no pretensions to uphold

And did it my way
But I still managed to do everything on my own terms