I understand, it’s complicated/You think I know, well I’m overrated/A simple thing, a simple nothing/I’m aggravated, but not castrated/Domestos is, domestic bliss
from Double Trouble lyrics by Public Image Limited
Froth seemingly ablaze in the last year of his 50s, good ol’ Johnny Rotten turns a boring, homey spat he had with his wife about fixing the toilet into an angular post-punk quip about domestic bliss, or lack thereof. Not Lydon’s most antagonistic work, but so goes most of his life post-Sex Pistols.
