 (Music, lyrics: Glen Matlock, Johnny Rotten, Paul Cook, Steve Jones)
Too many problems, oh why am I here?
I need to be me, 'cause you're all to clear
And I can see there's something wrong with you
And 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 got your body in suspension
It's a 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 just being alive
I'm using my feet for my human machine
You won't find me living for the screen
Are you getting lonely, all needs catered
You got your brains dehydrated
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you
Oh what you gonna do, problem, problem
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you
Well, what you gonna do with your problem
The problem is you, problem
It ain't death trip, but it ain't automatic
You won't find me just staying ecstatic
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
Oh, what you gonna do with your problem?
I'll leave it up to you, oh 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 throw away the key
They don't want you and they don't want me
You got a problem the problem is you,
Problem, well, what you gonna do?
Problem, have you got a problem?
Problem, well you got a problem.
Problem
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