Problem

(I'm too hot)

(Chase!)

Light me like a cigarette and watch me burn away

Unraveled by a single thread, my own worst enemy

Now, I'm in love with anyone, anyone in love with me

I bite the hand that drops the bomb and blame it all on Joey

Smile on my face, slithering like a snake, like

Mom would always say, "You can't trust the TV"

Garbage on my plate, spitting up all my shame, and

Everything is great and then you die

My problem's everybody's problem

I think I'm the problem

I got a problem with that

I got blue ones, blame it all on you ones, 1992 ones

I guess you get what you get (oh, yeah!)

♪

Wash it down with cinnamon, I'll tell you what I think

Mmm, I took my vitamins, but I still feel obsolete

I sh-should've been famous about an hour-two ago

And I'll die when I get recognized and cry a little when I don't

Smile on my face, slithering like a snake, like

Mom would always say, "You can't trust the TV"

Garbage on my plate, spitting up all my shame, I

Call it how it breaks, my, oh, my

Oh, my problem's everybody's problem

I think I'm the problem

I got a problem with that

I got blue ones, blame it all on you ones, 1992 ones

I guess you get what you get (oh, yeah!)

Let me sing it loud

Let me break it down

Let me build it up

Then I'll cut it out

Ah! Is this getting easier, or am I just getting older?

Am I just getting sleepier, or I'm just getting sober?

I feel a little sleazier, I do it for the culture

I'm not a cover for a creature

Baby, I'm a vulture

♪

(Whoo, ooh-ooh, ooh!)

(Whoo, ooh-ooh, ooh!)

(Whoo, ooh-ooh, ooh!)

(Whoo, ooh-ooh, ooh!)