The Pistols fourth, and arguably best, 7 is a song that can be best described, at least musically, as a stolen riff played on stolen guitars. Sounding remarkably similar to the Jams In The City in the descending chords played on guitars that Steve Jones had pilfered from The Wailers, Holidays in the Sun sees front man, Johnny Rotten, shift his focus from the de facto totalitarianism of Great Britain to happenings in post-war Berlin. Shrewdly describing a desolate, divided Berlin as the new Belsen before analysing the extent to which the West and East had imposed their respective ideologies of Capitalism and Communism onto the separate zones of the fallen city, Rotten picks up on the futility of it all and chastises both governments for using Berlin as land on which to advertise the merits of their particular systems. A wry comment on how the rising British middle classes could now use their reasonable economy to jet around the globe and become voyeurs of other peoples misery, Rottens vocals bleed confusion and bafflement at the state of a world in the midst of a childish, inflammatory war of words (the Cold War), backed by a musical racket loud enough to shake the globe of its stupor. A political postcard from the heart of despair and assimilation.