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*** Autor textu: Lydon *** Autor hudby: Sex Pistols
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
that’s no Problem problem
Problem the problem is you
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
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 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
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’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 the 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 they throw away the key
They don’t want you
And they don’t want me
You got a problem
The problem is you
Problem
A what you gonna do
problem
You got a problem
Problem
You got a problem
Problem problem problem
Problem problem problem
Problem problem problem
Problem problem problem
Problem problem problem
Problem problem
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