Sex Pistols
Sex Pistols - Problems Ver 2 lyrics
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Problems (Cook / Jones / Matlock / Rotten) Too many problems Why I am here Don?t need to be Because you're all too clear And I can see there's something wrong with you But what do you expect me to do At least I gotta know what I wanna be Don't come to me if you need pity Are you lonely You got no one You got your body in suspension That's no problem Problem Problem The problem is you Eat your heart out on a plastic tray You don't do what you want and you'll fade away You won't find me working nine to five It's too much fun being alive I'm using my feet for my human machine You won't find me living for the screen Are you lonely All needs catered You got your brains dehydrated Problem Problem Problem The problem is you And whatcha gonna do Problem Problem I a death trip But I ain't automatic You won't find me just staying static Don't you give me any order To people like me there is no order Bet you thought you had it all worked out Bet you thought you knew what I was about Bet you thought you solved all your problem But you are the problem Problem Problem Problem The problem is you And whatcha gonna do With your problem I?ll leave that to you Problem The problem is you You got a problem Whatcha gonna do You?re going to a doctor Gonna take you away They?ll take you away And they?ll throw away the key They don't want you and they don't want me You got a problem The problem is you Problem What you gonna do Problem Have you got a problem Problem Have you got a problem Problem Problem Problem