Problems

Problems - Sex Pistols

Lyrics by：Stephen Philip Jones

Composed by：Da Cook

Too many problems

Oh why am I here

I don't need to be me

'Cos you're all too clear

Well 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 pitty

Are you lonely you got no one

You get your body in suspension that's no

Problem problem

Problem the problem is you

Problem

Eat your heart out on a plastic tray

You don't do what you want then you'll fade away

You won't find me working nine to five

It's too much fun a being alive

I'm using my feet for my human machine

You won't find me living for the screen

Are you lonely all you needs catered

You got your brains dehydrated

Problem problem

Problem the problem is you

What you gonna do

Problem problem

Problem the problem is you

Problem

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In a death trip I ain't automatic

You won't find me just staying static

Don't you give me any orders

For 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'd solved all your problems

But you are the problem

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Problem the problem is you

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Problem is you

Problem

Oh what you gonna do

Problem

Takeing away

Problem

I am your women

Are you gonna problem

'Til I want take to you

You got a problem

What you gonna do

Problem

Gonna take you away

The really I'm gost

They take you away

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