(Sid's suicide note:)<br/>WE HAD A DEATH<br/>PACT <br/>I HAVE TO KEEP<br/>MY HALF OF THE<br/>BARGAIN.<br/>PLEASE BURY ME<br/>PTO<br/><br/>NEXT TO MY BABY.<br/>BURY ME IN MY<br/>LEATHER JACKET,<br/>JEANS AND MOTOR<br/>CYCLE BOOTS<br/><br/>GOODBYE
I just cash in on the fact that I'm good looking, and I've got a nice figure and girls like me.
Undermine their pompous authority, reject their moral standards, make anarchy and disorder your trademarks. Cause as much chaos and disruption as possible but dont let them take you ALIVE.
Well, you know, like, I don't really give a fuck what the general public think.
I've only been in love with a beer bottle and a mirror.
Sid is someone I turn to in times of need. When things get bad, when times are rough, I say to myself: What would Sid Vicious have done in this situation?, and then I choose from the lengthy list of possibilities (time-permitting): (1) Pass out, or (2) Break something.
You just pick up a chord, go twang, and you're got music.
American audiences are just the same as any other audiences. Except a bit more boring.
The band broke up because I couldn't bear Rotten anymore because he was an embarrassment with his silly hats and his, like, shabby, dirty, nasty looking appearance.
(After leaving the Sex Pistols) I still think Im pretty good. I think I was better than any of the others
They're building stadiums everywhere in this country, ... except here and Montreal.
I'll probably die by the time I reach 25. But I'll have lived the way I wanted to.
We had a death pact. I have to keep my half of the bargain. Please bury me next to my baby in my leather jacket, jeans and motor cycle boots. Goodbye.
I'm not vicious really. I consider myself to be kindhearted. I love my mum.
I'm not vicious really. I consider myself kind-hearted. I love my mum.