Dub Pistols - The Problem Is lyrics

The problem is The problem is The future is not what it was The problem is The problem is You k** my cat, I'll k** your dog I'm spitting blood I'm counting sheep I'm dressed for dinner I want to eat I want the placemat Placed out neat I want the waiter to kiss my feet I don't care which way the wind is blowing I have no idea which way I'm going I'm getting down on the up and down I'm getting down on the up and down The problem is The problem is

Some people wise Some otherwise The problem is The problem is I say I'm fine But I'm really going blind I don't care which way the wind is blowing I have no idea which way I'm going I'm getting tired of the up high low [???] I'm getting tired of the up high low [???] I'm getting tired of the up high low [???] I'm getting tired of the up high low [???] I'm getting tired of the up high low [???] I'm getting tired of the up high low [???]