Sex Pistols:Problems

From Lyriki

Too many problems, so why I am here
Don't need to be 'cause you're all too clear
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 got your body in suspension

That's no problem
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The problem is you

Eat your heart out on a plastic tray
You don't do what you want and you'll fade away
You won't find me working nine to five
It's too much fun 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

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The problem is you
And whatcha gonna do
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The problem is you
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I a death trip, but I ain't automatic
You won't find me just staying static
Don't you give me any order
To people like me there is no order

Bet you thought you had it all worked out
Bet you thought you knew what I was about
Bet you thought you solved all your problem
But you are the problem

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The problem is you
And whatcha gonna do
With your problem
I'll leave that to you
A problem
The problem is you
You got a problem
And whatcha gonna do?

You're going to a doctor, gonna take you away
They'll take you away and they'll throw away the key
They don't want you and they don't want me
You got a problem, the problem is you

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What you gonna do?
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Have you got a problem?
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Have you got a problem?
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