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
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