"We Got Problems" Lyrics

I fear it's true
We got problems
And there ain't too much we can do to stop them
If you're living in a ditch
It's better than being rich
Put the desk in the fire
The birds are heading southward

I have my friends
When I want them
Though most of the time I just live without them
There's no need to tie your shoes
If it doesn't worry you
Pour a drink for the fish and
Pour one for the fountain

Got my baby's blood on my shoulder
Might be looking young but I'm always getting older

I know the ghost I've been haunting
Though laughing or crying, it just leaves me wanting
If you see an old fig tree
Swimming toward Galilee
Tie your hopes to its roots
And sink them to the bottom

Got my baby's blood on my shoulder
Might be looking young but I'm always getting older