Trouble Lyrics

Somebody told me you're a junkie now

And that you've always been a junkie Man I never

would've guessed that

I used to sit around and wonder how

People fall into a trap just to stumble like the fourth

time

And it's all a peice of a harmony

To fall Texas servity

Second nature to the youth scene

It's a must see

Understand it's a curse

You've got trouble in your blood

Write a song second verse

Underneath it there's a love

Recognize the things you do

You're making mess for baby, you know who

It sounds impossible but man it's true

You are the back, the back seat of this town

I bought your record out on cherry red

It wasn't good well it was great

I believed it was the next step

Somebody phoned and said the dream is dead

He's just busy counting coppers

Man it makes me see red

And it's all a part of a balance set

You don't deserve all the love you have

It's the fruit of life, but you throw it away like

candy

Understand it's a curse

You've got trouble in your blood

Write a song second verse

Underneath it there's a love

Recognize the things you do

You're making mess for baby, you know who

Understand it's a curse

You've got trouble in your blood

Write a song second verse

Underneath it there's a love

Recognize the things you do

You're making mess for baby, you know who



It sounds impossible but man it's true

You are the back, the backseat of this town

I've been boxing a match for one

Seven days in the Berlin sun

All kinds of money and too much time I've been running

Around once with town in a circle game

Double fists and a single shame

Oh, I am lost and lonely in the arms of London

She cries

I never would've done it

I never would've lied

I never would've done it

I never would've slashed my parent's trust

I never would've slashed my parent's trust

I never would've done it

I never would've lied

I never would've done it

I never would've slashed my parent's trust

I never would've slashed my parent's trust

If I thought for a moment you would leave me with my

big dreams

Slightly out of reach

Techno on the beach

I bet you ever seen my million dollar shirt

You have to give it up and try

The future you deny

Underneath it all there's a motive to the voice

Understand it's a curse

You've got trouble in your blood

Write a song second verse

Underneath it there's a love

Recognize the things you do

You're making mess for baby, you know who

Understand it's a curse

You've got trouble in your blood

Write a song second verse

Underneath it there's a love

Recognize the things you do

You're making mess for baby, you know who

It sounds impossible but man it's true

You are the back, the backseat of this town