Testo di Problems

Yeah you've got problems You wear a fashioned disease You're making progressive disfunction with your physique Explains the logical conceptions For all your bone-breaking deceptions And read into what all of this could mean Yeah I've got problems I wear a jealous disease The epidemic that spins in obtuse degrees I've got my finger on The place you did me wrong And I've got pictures of The awful things you've done to me And that's why I've got you on the run Kill me, to tune you out So we can all be Happy, without a doubt So you can worry less for me Can you be happy for the times we shared? Can you say thank you for the times I cared? I've got my finger on The place you did me wrong And I've got pictures of The awful things you've done to me And that's why I've got you on the run Kill me, to tune you out So we can all be Happy, without a doubt So you can worry less for me Kill me, to tune you out So we can all be Happy, without a doubt So you can worry less for me Kill me, to tune you out So we can all be Happy, without a doubt So you can worry less for me