Текст песни Problems (Live At Happy House, Stockholm, 1977) - Sex Pistols

Too many problems oh why I am here
I don't need to be me cos you're all to 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 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

I ain't equipment 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 solved all your problems
But you are the problem

Problem the problem is YOU
What you gonna do with you
What you gonna do
I'll leave it to you
The problem is you
Oh what you gonna do

The men in white coats are gonna take you away
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
You got a problem what you gonna do?