Problems lyrics
by Sex Pistols
(J. Rotten, P. Cook, S. Jones, G. Matlock)Too many problems oh why am I hereI don't need to be me'cos you're all too clearwell and I can seethere's something wrong with youbut what do you expect me to do?.At least I gotta know what I wanna bedon't come to me if you need pityAre you lonely you got no-oneyou get your body in suspensionThat's no problemproblems, problemsthe problem is youwhat you gonna do with your problem(what you gonna do problem)Eat your heart out on plastic trayyou don't do what you wantthen you'll fade awayYou won't find me working nine to fiveit's too mush fun a-being aliveI'm using my feet for my human machineyou won't find me living for the screenAre you lonely all needs cateredyou got your brains dehydratedIn a death trip I ain't automaticYou won't find me just staying staticDon't you give me any ordersfor people like me there is no order.Set you thought you had it all worked outBet you thought you knew what I was aboutSet you thoughtyou'd solved all your problemsbut you are the problemOh what you gonna do with your problem I'llleave it to you problem the problem is you.You got a problem Oh what you gonna dothey know a doctor gonna fake you awaythey take you away and throw away the keythey don't want you and they don't want meyou got a problem the problem is youproblems what you gonna do... (etc.)problem... (etc.)
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