Trouble

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 off the footpath And it's all peace, love, and harmony To politics and celebrity 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 make a mess but baby, you know who It sounds impossible but, man, it's true You are the bad, the bad seed 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 the balance that 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 make a mess but 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 make a mess but baby, you know who It sounds impossible but, man, it's true You are the bad, the bad seed of this town I've been boxing a match for one Seven days in the burning 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 parents trust I never would've slashed my parents trust I never would've done it I never would've lied I never would've done it I never would've slashed my parents trust I never would've slashed my parents 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 made a scene in your million dollar shorts You have to give it up and try The future you deny Underneath it all there's a motive to the force 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 make a mess but 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 make a mess but baby, you know who It sounds impossible but, man, it's true You are the bad, the bad seed of this town