Problems

Ooh, ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh yeah I can feel myself dragging my feet Every time there's a break in the road I can feel the world biting my heels Every time a child is bought or sold Brothers and sisters We gotta change our evil ways We gotta keep on bracing the fight Stop living life in a haze I'm not a man who don't knows all the answers I don't profess to know the truth If I wanted to lie it would be since I'm so tired I don't have to live life being rude Problems, all the time Trials and tribulations Why they all seem to be mine? Trials and tribulations Why they all seem to be mine? Ooh, ooh Yeah, yeah Woo! Oh yeah It's time for you to be a man And take care of your own slack Think about the big picture And not just about women and cash Hey, band! (Yeah!) I think the drummer got something to say Hit it! Ooh, ooh Yeah, yeah C'mon! Be good to your mother, help out your brother It's time to see things straight All the children in the city Fly into the haze Problems, all the time Trials and tribulations Why they all seem to be mine? Ooh, ooh Yeah, yeah Woo-ooh! Huh! Problems! Problems! Ain't nothing but problems!