Problems — текст песни (Bran Van 3000)

I live in a frequency,
Where action rules,
That God is me,
In a war against my body,
In the poetry of poverty.
`Cause it`s the rich ones who make it,
`Cause it`s the rich ones who have the guts to take it.
They feel fine.
They feel fine.

Check out complainer by the bar,
Let`s kick his ass and make him beg for more,
Let`s line him up,
And make him scream and shout,
And show him he`s got nothing to complain about.

`Cause I believe in the groove complacent,
So jack me up and fuck me up with entertainment,
Yeah, I feel fine.