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Sid Vicious from the album The Chelsea Hotel#4 by ‘Les Paul’s’ (The Paul’s) that is the 4th album in the series of albums about those celebrities, actors, artists, writers, poets, songwriters and musicians that have stayed at the iconic New York through the years or have a strong connection to the hotel.
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When the album turns to “Sid Vicious”, it detonates with punk ferocity. Yet the power here isn’t in noise alone; it’s in the tragic undercurrent of a young man lost in his own myth. The Paul’s do not glorify; they humanize. Beneath the snarling riffs lies the echo of vulnerability — a reminder that rebellion and ruin often share the same bed.
– Read the just published Jamsphere magazine review our album HERE
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download the track Sid Vicious at download stores HERE and on Bandcamp HERE
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You can download the album The Chelsea Hotel#4 at download stores HERE and on Bandcamp HERE
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Watch the Sid Vicious video promo on YouTube HERE
Watch the Sid Vicious 17/08/78 interview HERE
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Sid Vicious lyrics
My dad left home, my mum gave me drugs
No one showed me love, or gave me hugs
You wonder why, I’m so screwed up inside
You wonder why, I don’t care if I die
You say you’re a juvenile delinquent Sid
Shut your mouth, shut your mouth
You fascist pig
I can see, I can see
There’s no future for me
There’s no future for me
Little boy lost in the rain
Drowning in the flood of crimson pain
I can see
There’s no future for me
Chrissie said will you marry me Sid
I need a work permit, take this necklace and 2 quid
Went to the office but it was closed
Can’t pretend it didn’t work out for the best I suppose
They said you’re a danger to society Sid
Shut your mouth, shut your mouth
You fascist pig
Malcolm said he wasn’t a fan
But he let me play bass in the Sex Pistols band
So-called rebels, so anti-establishment
All stage managed by the wealthy management
They say you’re a punk and a waste of space Sid
I say shut your mouth
You fascist pig, you fascist pig
We are at the Chelsea and I was outta my head
And next day they found Nancy on the bathroom floor dead
I didn’t do it, I was framed
Now she’s gone, I’ll never be the same
I did things I shouldn’t have done
The war inside just couldn’t be won
They put me inside and said I’m outta control
More outta control than you’ll ever know
Put me next to Nancy in her grave
We were 2 outsiders that no one could save
If I was given love when I was young
Then maybe now I’d be singing a different song
Everyone knew
From the day I was born I was screwed
That there was no future for me
No future for me
There was no future for me
Just a little boy lost in the rain
Drowning in the flood of crimson pain
Just a little boy lost in the rain
Drowning in the flood of crimson pain
Music composed and performed by Paul Odiase BMI No. 1252265 (Switzerland)
Song lyrics by Paul Robert Thomas PRS No. 497904008 (London)
PRS Tunecode 849991ET
ISRC: US5UL2554867
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“Sid Vicious” tells the tragic, explosive story of punk’s most infamous lost boy — a symbol of rebellion who burned bright and died too young. Through raw confessional verses, the song pulls back the safety pins and sneers to reveal the wounded child behind the punk icon.
From a loveless childhood and a mother who numbed the pain with drugs, to the chaos of the Sex Pistols, Sid’s life spirals through alienation, anger, and the desperate search for belonging. His relationship with Nancy Spungen becomes both his refuge and his ruin — two damaged souls bound by love and destruction, destined for tragedy in the shadowed halls of the Chelsea Hotel.
The refrain “There’s no future for me” echoes the Sex Pistols’ infamous cry, but here it becomes something more intimate — not rebellion, but resignation. The song captures the fatal mix of innocence and rage that defined Sid: a “little boy lost in the rain,” drowning in fame, addiction, and guilt.
“Sid Vicious” is both eulogy and indictment — of the industry that used him, the society that condemned him, and the world that failed to give him love. A punk requiem for a boy who mistook chaos for freedom.
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