Sex Pistols - Problems (with lyrics on description)

Lyrics: Too many problems Oh why am I here I need to be me ’Cos you’re all too clear 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, 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 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 your needs catered You got your brains dehydrated Problem, problem Problem, the problem is you What you gonna do Problem, problem Problem, problem Problem, the problem is you What you gonna do with your problem The problem is you Problem 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’d solved all your problems But you are the problem Problem, problem Problem, the problem is you What you gonna do with your problem I’ll leave it to you Problem, the problem is you You got a problem 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, what you gonna do Problem, I’ll leave it back, I have a Problem, you got a problem Problem, problem, Problem, problem, Problem, problem, Problem, problem, Problem, problem, Problem, problem, Problem, problem, Problem Problem, problem, Problem