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!