You Gotta Problem

[Verse 1]
Pity you
You're tellin' me you've got a problem
A nervous sort of contraction
A mindless kind of reaction
You never get no satisfaction

[Verse 2]
Here's to you
I know you really got a problem
A nasty kind of reaction
A dangerous sword of destruction

[Chorus]
That makes it difficult
Makes it hard to reach
Takes it all away
From what you had in mind
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
Here's to you
I know you really got a problem (Problem)
A dangerous kind of distraction (Distraction)
A mindless sort of reaction (Reaction)
You never get so satisfaction (Satisfaction)
A nasty sort of contraction (Contraction)
A dangerous kind of destruction (Destruction)

[Chorus]
But there's one big fat point
That you seem to be missing
And it's driving you to distraction
But doesn't seem to stop you in the least
Or halt this obsession that's got you going back
Week after week (Week after week)
Day after day (Day after day)
Hour after hour (Hour after hour)
From where you came (From where you came)
For more of the same, yeah, yeah

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
But there's one big fat point
That you seem to be missing
And it's driving you to distraction
But doesn't seem to stop you in the least
Or halt this obsession that's got you going back
Week after week (Week after week)
Day after day (Day after day)
Hour after hour (Hour after hour)
From where you came (From where you came)
For more of the same, yeah, yeah