Sex Pistols - Problems (Spedding Demo) Música y Letra
Too many problems, why am I here? Don't need to be me, 'cos it's all too clear I have to see, there's something wrong with you What do you expect me to do? At least I gotta know what I wanna be Come to me if you need pity Are you lonely, you got no one? Got your body in suspension Problem, problem Problem, problem is you 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 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, problem is you Problem, problem, problem Problem, problem Problem, problem is you What you gonna do? Problem I 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 Too much fun being alive Using my feet for my human machine You won't find me in the TV screen Don't you give me any orders For people like me, there is no order Problem, problem Problem, problem is you Problem, problem, problem 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 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, problem is you Problem, problem Problem is you Problem, problem Problem, problem Problem, problem
Sex Pistols - Problems (Spedding Demo) Música y Letra