Текст песни Sex Pistols - Problems
Sex Pistols - Problems слова песни
(J. Rotten, P. Cook, S. Jones, G. Matlock)
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.)