Текст: Fishbone. WHEN PROBLEMS ARISE.

There is no mystery for what I try to be
A reason for the things I do
I try to tell you what is really false or real but
You act as if you have no clue

You act this way when problems arise
You act this way when problems arise

You close your eyes and hide behind a storybook
When I have something new to tell
If you could put aside your stubborn foolish pride
You'd find an exit from this spell

You act this way when problems arise
You act this way when problems arise

What you are, I don't know what
What you are, pain in the butt
What you are no one seems to care

Why do you always do that?
Why do you always do that?
Why do you always do that?
Why do you always do that?

You act this way when
You act this way when problems arise

You act this way when problems arise
You act this way when problems arise
You act this way when problems arise, yeah