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