Problems Lyric Sex Pistols NEVER MIND THE BOLLOCKS HERE'S THE SEX PISTOLS

class=capitalFont>Too many problems oh why am I here
I don't need to be
me
'cos you're all too clear
well 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 get your body in suspension

That's no problem
problems,
problems
the problem is you
what you gonna do with your problem
(what
you gonna do problem)

Eat your heart out on 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 mush 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
needs catered
you got your brains dehydrated

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.

Set you thought you had
it all worked out
Bet you thought you knew what I was about
Set you
thought
you'd solved all your problems
but you are the problem

Oh
what you gonna do with your problem I'll
leave it to you problem the problem
is you.
You got a problem Oh what you gonna do
they know a doctor gonna
fake you away
they take you away and throw away the key
they don't want
you and they don't want me
you got a problem the problem is you
problems
what you gonna do... (etc.)
problem... (etc.)


 

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