The Problem Is Lyrics by Dub Pistols

The Problem Is Lyrics

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

    The problem is
    The problem is
    Some people wise
    Some other ways

    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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