P.A. Problems Songtext
von Sex Pistols

Too many problems, why am I here?
Need to be ′cause you're all too clear
And I can see 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 got 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
Too much fun being alive

I'm using my feet for my human machine
You won′t find me living for the screen
Are you lonely, are your needs catered?
You got your brains dehydrated


Problem, problem
Problem, the problem is you
What you gonna do, problem?

Problem, problem
Problem, the problem is you
What you gonna do, problem?
I'll leave it to you

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, problem?
I′ll leave it to you

Problem, they know it is you
Problem, the problem is you


They know a doctor, gonna take you away
They take you away and throw away the key
You′re the pain, they don't want you
Don′t wanna problem, don't want me

You got a problem, the problem is you
You got a problem, don′t know what to do
You got a problem, the problem is you
You got a problem, leave it to you

Problem, problem
Problem, problem
Problem