P R O B L E M S You know we filled it to the brim just to spill P R O B L E M S They took the pie off my window sill The car don't wanna climb up a hill Oh but compared to the sound through a box in the ground I'd say you don't even know what the fuck a problem is No I don't wanna go Goddamn I am a wolfman Bred to be disowned Just let me stay and clutch this old tombstone Sweaty palms Bloody cough But when the bandages come off I"ll try to come and be your puppet show Keep on circling the block I've got luck I can get a rubber mask Wear it as a bluff I can grow a moustache I can shave it off Draw me as the devil Paint me like a clown Eyeball on my forehead Penis in my mouth Keep on circling the block I've got luck