My brother spit on to his clean shirt
And he smiled without redemption
And said this is one soul God don't need

Oh, yes, I loved him but I won't miss him
As he's burning and he's twisting
For his heartless dedication
To the devil and it's creed

Oh, as a child we called him rotten
'Til he was lonely and forgotten
And he revenged our constant jeering
Oh, with his every word and deed

Oh, yeah and for my contribution
Oh, and the souls lack of retribution
I would ask the Lords forgiveness
On my very bended knee

Oh, it's the tale of Johnny Rotten
Yeah, who was lonely and forgotten
And it's the tale of my only brother
And it's the tale of one bad seed