Problem

I'm too hot! Chase! Light me like a cigarette And watch me burn away Unraveled by a single thread My own worst enemy Now, I'm in love with anyone Anyone in love with me I bite the hand that drops the bomb And blame it all on Joey Smile on my face Slithering like a snake Like Mom would always say You can't trust a TV Garbage on my plate Spit it out by my shame Everything is great and then you die My problem's everybody's problem I think I'm the problem I got a problem with that I got blue ones Blame it all on you ones 1992 ones I guess you give what you get (Ah, yeah) Wash it down with cinnamon I'll tell you what I think Mmm, I took my vitamins But I still feel obsolete I sh-should've been famous About an hour or two ago And I'll die when I get recognized And cry a little when I don't Smile on my face Slithering like a snake Like Mom would always say You can't trust a TV Garbage on my plate Spit it out by my shame I call it how it breaks My, oh, my Oh, my problem's everybody's problem I think I'm the problem I got a problem with that I got blue ones Blame it all on you ones 1992 ones I guess you give what you get (Ah, yeah) Let me sing it loud Let me break it down Let em' build it up Then I'll cut it out Ah Is this getting easier Or am I just getting older? Am I just getting sleepier I'm just getting sober I feel a little sleazier I do it for the culture I'm not a cover for a creature Baby I'm a vulture (Woo-ooh, woo-ooh) (Woo-ooh, woo-ooh) (Woo-ooh, woo-ooh) (Woo-ooh, woo-ooh)