Problems

作词:Sex Pistols

作曲:Sex Pistols

所属专辑:Kiss This

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Problems (问题) - Sex Pistols (性手枪)

Written by:Stephen Philip Jones/Steve JonesPaul CookGlen MatlockJohn Lydon

Too many problems

Oh why am I here

I don't need to be me

Cos you're all too clear

Well 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 pitty

Are you lonely you got no one

You get your body in suspension thats no

Problem problem

Problem the problem is you

Eat your heart out on a plastic tray

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

You won't find me working nine to five

It's too much 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 you needs catered

You got your brains dehydrated

Problem problem

Problem the problem is you

What you gonna do

Problem problem

Problem Problem Problem the problem is you

What you gonna do with your problem

The problem is you

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 the problem is you

What you gonna do with your problem

I'll leave it to you

Problem ther problem is you

You got a problem

Oh what you gonna do

They know a doctor

Gonna take 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

Problem

What you gonna do

Problem

I'll leave it

Problem problem

You got a problem

Problem problem problem

Problem problem problem

Problem problem problem

Problem problem problem

Problem problem problem

Problem problem problem

Problem problem problem

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