| Problems, problems
|
| Problems, problems
|
| Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall
|
| Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of a china bowl
|
| You’ve got venom in your stomach, you’ve got poison in your head
|
| You should have listened to the priest at the confession
|
| When he offered you the sacred bread
|
| He knows you know, he knows you know
|
| He knows you know, but he’s got problems
|
| Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mind
|
| Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind
|
| You’ve got venom in your stomach, you’ve got poison in your head
|
| When your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffened
|
| You were walking with the dead
|
| He knows you know, he knows you know, he knows you know
|
| He’s got experience, he’s got experience, he knows you know
|
| But he’s got problems
|
| Problems, problems, problems
|
| Problems
|
| Problems
|
| He knows… slash wrists, scarlet fever, crawled under your bathroom door
|
| Pumping arteries ooze the problem through the gap that the razor tore
|
| You’ve got venom in your stomach, you’ve got poison in your head
|
| You should have listened to your analyst’s questions
|
| When you lay on his leather bed
|
| He knows you know, he knows you know
|
| He knows you know, but he’s got problems
|
| Blank eyes, purple fever, streaming through the frosted pane
|
| You learned your lesson far too late from the links in a chemist chain
|
| You’ve got venom in your stomach, you’ve got poison in your head
|
| You should have stayed at home and talked with father
|
| Listen to the lies he fed
|
| He knows you know, he knows you know
|
| He knows you know, but he’s got problems
|
| He knows you know, he knows you know, he knows you know
|
| He’s got experience, he’s got experience, he knows you know
|
| You know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know
|
| Don’t give me your problems! |