Sex Pistols Lyrics

Album: Archive

Problems Lyrics

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.)