Too many problems oh why am I here
I don't need to be me
Cause 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 want to 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.)

Writer : MATLOCK, GLEN / COOK, PAUL THOMAS / JONES, STEVE (GB 1) / LYDON, JOHN
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RUBY SONGS OBO THREE SHADOWS MUSIC