Trouble

Trouble, trouble

You took your sweet time

Came to make trouble,

You’re gonna leave satisfied

It’s coming, it’s coming

Now give it a name

Something has to change

Trouble, trouble

Doesn’t rain but it pours

Don’t ask permission

Come and take it, it’s yours

It’s a struggle, it’s a struggle

Just holding your ground

Don’t turn your army around

(Don’t turn your army around)

And I never realised

How long you have suffered til now

(Don’t turn your army around)

And I never realised

How your patience and your poetry

Would bring it all down

Bring it all down

Trouble, trouble

Don’t waste this day

Stand in the sunlight

Get in the way

It’s a struggle, it’s a struggle

Thankless and slow

And doubt is the devil you know

Trouble, trouble

They don’t stand for you

The uniformed, the famous

When you’re naked and nameless

It’s a reckoning, beckoning

Now level the ground

Don’t turn your army around

(Don’t turn your army around)

And I never realised

How long you have suffered til now

(Don’t turn your army around)

And I never realised

How your patience and your poetry

Might bring it all down