Trouble will find me,
It has a curious way,
I couldn't take it anymore
So I cut out all the clamour
Said I wake in newsreels,
From the heart of war,
I sat in silence, and they kept calling
But I wouldn't answer my phone
I was sitting on my couch
Doing my flippant things
I was watching all the world burn,
All around me.
Its burning in Syria,
It’’s burning in Kashmir,
It’’s burning in Gorkha-land
It is burning down my street now
Oh Shit.
Soon as I wake up
I met trouble, trouble down the street,
And he pointed up at the skies
And told me, its the hottest in years
And all the men are waving flags,
They are scared and chanting
There’s no redemption for those gnashing their teeth
And trouble will find you, like it finds me, yeah yeah.
Trouble my friend, is an incandescent ball of flame
It is coursing through my veins
And trouble will find you, like it finds me
Yeah-yeah
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