Many of my friends
Live in constant motion
They decide where to hide
To keep themselves alive
And stop depression
Many of my friends
Flit from person to person
But from the cradle to the grave
All I really want is a little dedication
You've got problems
But you don't want to talk
You've got problems
Everything changes
Everything's the same
I heard you got a promotion
And you're singing again
You're still the same little boy that I knew back then
But you drive a car and have facial hair
When will I see you again
Will I ever see you again, will I ever will I ever
You've got problems
But you don't want to talk
You've got problems
Got a huge house
Though your bedroom's more of a cupboard
Visitors will come
So keep your diaries and poetry under covers
Flavour of the day
Is not to talk about ambition
It's a novel it's a fiction
It's a story that was written
It's the truth
You've got problems
But you don't want to talk
You've got problems