Problems (Sex Pistols cover)

Too many problems, oh why am I here? I need to be me, ‘cause you’re all too clear And I can see there’s something wrong with you Oh, 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 That’s a problem, problem, problem The problem is you Eat your heart out on a plastic tray You don’t do what you want and you fade away You work for me, you’re working nine-to-five It’s too much fun of being alive I’m using my feet for my human machine You work for 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 I ain’t death trip but I ain’t automatic You work for me just stay 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 they throw away the key They don’t want you and they don’t want me You got a problem, the problem is you Problem, what you gonna do? Problem, have you got a problem? Problem, you got a problem Problem, problem, problem, problem, problem, problem, problem, problem, problem, problem, problem, problem, problem