Sex Pistols "Problems" lyrics

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Problems

Too many problemsOh why am i hereI don't need to be me'cos you're all too clearWell 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 pittyAre you lonely you got no oneYou get your body in suspension that's noProblem problemProblem the problem is youEat your heart out on a plastic trayYou don't do what you want then you'll fade awayYou won't find me working nine to fiveIt's too much fun a being aliveI'm using my feet for my human machineYou won't find me living for the screenAre you lonely all you needs cateredYou got your brains dehydratedProblem problemProblem the problem is youWhat you gonna doProblem problemProblem the problem is youWhat you gonna do with your problemIn 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 orderBet you thought you had it all worked outBet you thought you knew what i was aboutBet you thought you'd solved all your problemsBut you are the problemProblem problemProblem the problem is youWhat you gonna do with your problemI'll leave it to youProblem ther problem is youYou got a problemOh what you gonna doThey know a doctorGonna take you awayThey take you awayAnd throw away the keyThey don't want youAnd they don't want meYou got a problemThe problem is youProblem problemProblem the problem is youWhat you gonna doProblem problem problemProblem problem problemProblem problem problemProblem problem problem

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