The problem is
The problem is
The future is not what it was

The problem is
The problem is
You kill my cat, I'll kill your dog

I'm spitting blood
I'm counting sheep
I'm dressed for dinner
I want to eat
I want the placemat
Placed out neat
I want the waiter to kiss my feet

I don't care which way the wind is blowing
I have no idea which way I'm going
I'm getting down on the up and down
I'm getting down on the up and down

The problem is
The problem is
Some people wise
Some otherwise

The problem is
The problem is
I say I'm fine
But I'm really going blind

I don't care which way the wind is blowing
I have no idea which way I'm going
I'm getting tired of the up high low [???]
I'm getting tired of the up high low [???]

I'm getting tired of the up high low [???]

I'm getting tired of the up high low [???]

I'm getting tired of the up high low [???]

I'm getting tired of the up high low [???]



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The Problem Is Lyrics

Dub Pistols – The Problem Is Lyrics

Songwriters: HALL, TERRY / ASHWORTH, BARRY ANTHONY / O'BRYAN, JASON
The Problem Is lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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