Your Problem Lyrics & Chords By Möngöl Hörde

Progress, progress
Which kind of leaves a question
From what? To where?
Lord
Spare me from
Idiots wrapped
Snug in their
Radical politics, all
Their ideals
Smelling so sweet
Still kept in
The boxes they bought them in
?
Lord
Spare me from
Charlatan cheats
Who went down
To the old cowboy store
And put on
All the white hats
Like that's some kind of fucking argument winner
Progress, progress
Which kind of leaves a question
From what? To where?
Back to the playground

And your problem is you're all cunts
And while you put on an impressive front
Of understanding the ways of the world
And maybe even having slept with a girl
Yeah, the truth is I can see right through
Because I used to think just like you
Back when I was an adolescent
But since then I've learnt a couple of lessons
That your intentions are beside the point
It's the outcome of your actions that count
If your intentions are pure when you fuck me
I'll still get the STDs
Lord
Spare me from
Idiots wrapped
Snug in their
Radical politics, all
Their ideals
Smelling so sweet
Still kept in
The boxes they bought them in

All animals are equal
But some are pigs
All animals are equal
But some are pigs
So much pigs
All animals are equal
But some are pigs
All animals are equal
But some are pigs
So much pigs
All animals are equal
But some are pigs
All animals are equal
But some are pigs
So much fucking pigs