Pity You Songtext
von DEVO

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


Pity you, I know you really got a problem (problem)
A nervous kind of distarction('straction), a mindless sort of reaction (action)
A nasty sort of contraction ('ntraction), 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 it 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