Текст песни "Sex Pistols - Problems"
Too many problems oh why am I here I don't need to be me 'cos you're all too clear well 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 get your body in suspension That's no problem problems, problems the problem is you what you gonna do with your problem (what you gonna do problem) Eat your heart out on 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 mush 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 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. Set you thought you had it all worked out Bet you thought you knew what I was about Set you thought you'd solved all your problems but you are the problem Oh 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 fake 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 problems what you gonna do... (etc.) problem... (etc.)Обновить текст