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The Rumjacks

I Smell Trouble

 

I Smell Trouble

(album: Sober & Godless - 2015)


I smell trouble, it's stinking up the streets
I'm taping up the windows and I'm burning all the sheets
Trouble, come walking through the door
Like I trod in something horrible and dragged it o'er the floor

It's gone spooked the milking beasts, set the cock's a-crowing
Made vinegar of all the wine and stopped the fruit a-growing
It's baking in the desert and it's boiling out to sea
There's trouble in the way she looks at me

I smell trouble, when I'm riding on the train
It whispers on the wind and I can taste it in the rain
Oh trouble, like static in the air
A thousand little sparra' claws pulling at my hair

Comes seeping through the cracks, fills us all with fear and hunger
The broken willnae die and all the strong are fallin'younger
It's stirring up the captives, imprisoning the free
There's trouble in the way she looks at me

I smell trouble, we're running outta time
It's the eyeball at the keyhole, it's the echo down the line
Oh trouble, it's gonna be here soon
Upsetting all the simple folk, they're shooting at the moon

It's pissing on the family hearth, laid waste to the larder
The winters never were so long and the clay was never harder
It's the white noise on the radio, the snow on my TV
There's trouble in the way she looks at me

I smell trouble, it's stinking up the streets
I'm taping up the windows and I'm burning all the sheets
Trouble come walking through the door
Like I trod in something horrible and dragged it o'er the floor

It's lurking in the stairwell & drinking in the park
It's smoking in the shadows when I'm heading home from work
It's the water in the whisky, it's the poison in my tea
There's trouble in the way she looks at me
There's trouble in the way she looks at me
There's trouble in the way she looks at me

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