too many problems oh why i am here i don t need to be me cos you re all to clear well and i can see there s something wrong with you but what do you expect me to do at least i gotta know what i wanna be don t come to me if you need pity are you lonely you got no one you get your body in suspension that s no problem problems the problem is you eat your heart out on a plastic tray you don t do what you want then you ll fade away you won t find me working nine to five it s too much fun a being alive i m using my feet for my human machine you won t find me living for the screen are you lonely all needs catered you got your brains dehydrated i ain t equipment i ain t automatic you won t find me just staying static don t you give me any orders for people like me there is no order bet you thought you had it all worked out bet you thought you knew what i was about bet you thought you solved all your problems but you are the problem problem the problem is you what you gonna do with you what you gonna do i ll leave it to you the problem is you oh what you gonna do the men in white coats are gonna take you away take you away and throw away the key they don t want you and they don t want me you got a problem the problem is you you got a problem what you gonna do 
['punk', 'rock']