Вершы: Libertines. The Libertines. Saga.
A problem, becomes a problem
When you let down your friends
When you let down the people
When you let down yourself
Ohh, ooo, ooo, oo
And only fools, vultures and undertakers
Will have any time for you
Ohh
A problem, becomes a problem
When you lie to your friends
And you lie to the people
And you lie to yourself
And the truth's too harsh to comprehend
You just pretend there isn't a problem
Because I am a pimp and a slave
And in my bed you dig my bed
Woo
I dig my grave
Just a spoon full of sugar has some medicine
The truth's too harsh to comprehend
And now you just pretend there isn't a problem
No no, I ain't got a problem
She with a problem
Ohh yea
Yea problem
Problem
When you let down your friends
When you let down the people
When you let down yourself
Ohh, ooo, ooo, oo
And only fools, vultures and undertakers
Will have any time for you
Ohh
A problem, becomes a problem
When you lie to your friends
And you lie to the people
And you lie to yourself
And the truth's too harsh to comprehend
You just pretend there isn't a problem
Because I am a pimp and a slave
And in my bed you dig my bed
Woo
I dig my grave
Just a spoon full of sugar has some medicine
The truth's too harsh to comprehend
And now you just pretend there isn't a problem
No no, I ain't got a problem
She with a problem
Ohh yea
Yea problem
Problem
The Libertines