Lyrics Sex Pistols

Sex Pistols

Problems

1. Too many problems oh why am I here

I don't need to be me cos you're all too clear

And I can see there's something wrong with you

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 noone

You got your body in suspension

R: Problem problem problem the problem is you

2. Eat your heart out on a plastic tray

You don't do what you want then you fade away

You won't find me working 9 to 5

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

R: Problem problem...

D C A (12x)

R: Problem problem...

3. I'm a death trip I ain't automatic

You won't find me just staying static

Don't 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 solved all your problems

But you are the problem

R: Problem problem...

D C A (12x)