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 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.)