He's never been far from trouble Trouble is as loyal as a dog He drinks in the muddy water And he sleeps in the hollow log
His troubles all have mirrors And they double up the size His problems all have patches And they cover up his eyes
It's like that old expression All roads lead to Rome You see he comes from trouble And he's always going home He's always going home
So he can't see for looking He's become a lightning rod He walk with the clouds of thunder Which don't strike him now as odd
Accidents will happen Much more frequently with him He's never been far from trouble Trouble is a trusted friend
Addiction in the bloodstream Chasing fascination's choice Born of a desperation There's a mean edge to his voice
As a snake he would have curves On both sides of the law As a rule he'll catch his prey And he's bound to eat it raw
He's never been far from trouble He lives an inch from his demise Pushes his luck right to the edge Pulls the bull over your eyes
Money slips through his fingers He owes everyone he knows Still and all it's good to see him come A little better when he goesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
