Dub Pistols

The problem is
The problem is
The future is not what it was
The problem is
The problem is
You kill my cat, Ill kill your dog
Im spitting blood
Im counting sheep
Im dressed for dinner
I want to eat
I want the place mat
Placed out neat
I want the waiter to kiss my feet
I dont care which way the wind is blowing
I have no idea which way Im going
Im getting down on the up and down
Im 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 Im fine
But Im really going blind
I dont care which way the wind is blowing
I have no idea which way Im going
Im getting tired of the up high low [???]
Im getting tired of the up high low [???]
Im getting tired of the up high low [???]
Im getting tired of the up high low [???]
Im getting tired of the up high low [???]
Im getting tired of the up high low [???]
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