Pity you

You're telling me you've got a problem

A nervous sort of contraction

A mindless kind of reaction

You never get no satisfaction

Here's to you

I know you really got a problem

A nasty kind of reflection

A dangerous sort of destruction

That makes it difficult, makes it hard to reach

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 ('Straction)

A mindless sort of reaction (‘Action)

A nasty sort of contraction ('Traction)

You never get no satisfaction (‘Faction)

But there's some big fat point that you seem to be missing

And it's driving you to destruction

But doesn't seem to stop you in the least

Or halt this obsession got you going on back

Week after week (Week after week)

Day after day (Day after day)

Hour after hour (Hour after hour)

From where you came

For more of the same, yeah yeah