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SEX PISTOLS lyrics : "Problems"

Too many problems why am I here?
Don't need to be me 'cos it's all too clear
I have to see there's something wrong with you

What do you expect me to do?

At least I gotta know what I wanna be

Come to me if you need pity
Are you lonely you got no one?
Got your body in suspension


Problem problem
Problem problem is you


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


Bet you thought you had it all worked out
Bet you thought you knew what I was about
Bet you thought you'd solved all your problems

But you are the problem

Problem problem

Problem problem is you
Problem problem problem


Problem problem
Problem problem is you
What you gonna do?

Problem

I eat your heart out on a plastic tray

You don't do what you want then you'll fade away
You won't find me working nine to five
Too much fun being alive


Using my feet for my human machine
You won't find me in the TV screen

Don't you give me any orders
For people like me there is no order


Problem problem
Problem problem is you
Problem problem problem


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


Bet you thought you had it all worked out
Bet you thought you knew what I was about
Bet you thought you'd solved all your problems

But you are the problem

Problem problem

Problem problem is you
Problem problem
Problem is you


Problem problem
Problem problem

Problem problem

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