Trouble

Trouble came around here Here in the south we fix something to eat Steam risin' up off the greenery And we welcome the strangers we meet Alien sick growing in these walls Like moss in a crack that 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 selling lemonade Get to the point of it (Get to the point of it) Get to the sense of it (Get to the sense of it) I'm in a hurry To get through it I am in trouble (I am in trouble) I am in trouble (I am in trouble) A hurricane flag flappin' in a bad storm 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 point of it) Get to the sense 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 (...shelter...) And maybe we'll take a walk on pluto Yeah but be no closer to the understanding (...what i wish...) Get to the point of it (Get to the point of it) Get to the sense 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) I am in trouble (I am in trouble) I am in trouble (I am in trouble) Trouble (Trouble) Trouble (Trouble) Trouble (Trouble) Trouble (Trouble) Ah