Trouble

Trouble came around here

Here in the South we fix something to eat

Steam risin' up off the greenery and we welcome the strangers we meet

Alien sick growing in these walls

Like moss in a crack that time made

I brush a guy in the airport whistling it's a small world after all

And the prices are higher but the kids still selling lemonade

Get to the point of it get to the sense of it

I'm in a hurry to get through it

Hurricane flag flappin' in a bad storm

Same color of the spider underneath my nail

That bit me in my dream

And who would take out the Dominican Republic

And send God's sweet children floating down a poison stream

Secret society of conference rooms

I pledge my allegiance to the dollar

And when the clergy take a vote all the gays will pay again

Cause there's more than one kind of criminal white collar

Get to the point of it get to the sense of it

I'm in a hurry to get through it

One day the war will stop & we'll grow a peaceful crop

And a girl can get a wife & we can bring you back to life

Sacks of flour and rice or poker chips greasy palms and systems underhanding

And maybe we'll take a walk on Pluto

But be no closer to the understanding

Get to the point of it get to the sense of it

I'm in a hurry to get through it