SINGER: Dub Pistols

SONG:The Problem Is

The problem is
The problem is
The future is not what it was
The problem is
The problem is
You kill my cat, i'll kill your dog
I'm spitting blood
I'm counting sheep
I'm dressed for dinner
I want to eat
I want the placemat
Placed out neat
I want the waiter to kiss my feet
I don't care which way the wind is blowing
I have no idea which way i'm going
I'm getting tired of the up high low [???]
I'm getting tired of the up high low [???]
The problem is
The problem is
Some people wise
Some other ways
The problem is
The problem is

I say i'm fine
But i'm really going blind
I don't care which way the wind is blowing
I have no idea which way i'm going
I'm getting tired of the up high low [???]
I'm getting tired of the up high low [???]
I'm getting tired of the up high low [???]
I'm getting tired of the up high low [???]
I'm getting tired of the up high low [???]
I'm getting tired of the up high low [???]