Trouble Lyrics

The trouble came around here Here in the south we fix somethin' to eat Steam risin' above the greenery And we welcome the strangers to eat
Alien sick growin' in these walls Like moss in a crack the time made I brush a guy in the airport, whistling, "It's a small world after all" And the prices are higher but the kids still sell lemonade
Get's to the point of it Get's to the sense of it I'm in a hurry to get through it
I am in trouble I am in trouble
A hurricane flag flappin' in a bad storm The same color of the spider underneath My nail that bit me in my dream And who would take out the Dominican Republic And send God's sweet children floating down a poison stream
A secret society of conference rooms I pledge my allegiance to the dollar And when the clergy take a vote, oh, the gays will pay again Yeah 'cause there's more than one kind of criminal white collar
So get to the point of it Get to the sense of it I'm in a hurry to get through it
One day the war will stop And we'll grow a peaceful crop And a girl can get a wife And we can bring you back to life
Sacks of flour and rice or poker chips Greasy palms or systems underhanding And maybe we'll take a walk on Pluto Yeah, we'll but be no closer to the understandin'
Get to the point of it Get to the sense of it I'm in a hurry to get through it Yeah
I am in trouble I am in trouble I am in trouble I am in trouble
Trouble Trouble Trouble Trouble