Pity you
You're tellin' me you got a problem
A dirty sort of contraction
A mindless kind of reaction
You never get no satisfaction
Pity you
I know you really got a problem
A nasty kind of reflection
A dangerous sort of destruction
It makes it difficult
Makes it hard to read
Takes it all away
From what you had in mind
Yeah yeah yeah
Here's to you
I know you really got a problem, problem
A nervous kind of distraction, distraction
LyricsA mindless sort of reaction, reaction
A nasty sort of contraction, contraction
You never get no satisfaction, faction
But there's some big fat points
That you seem to be missin'
And it's drivin' you to destruction
That doesn't seem
to stop you at your feet
To halt this obsession
Got you jumpin' on back
Week after week, week after week
Day after day, day after day
Hour after hour, hour after hour
the way you came
More of the same, yeah yeah
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