Trouble (feat. Joan Osborne)

Trouble came around here

Here in the South we fix something to eat

Steam rising 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

(I am in trouble, I am in trouble)

A hurricane flag flapping 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

A 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

Yeah, 'cause there's more than one kind of criminal white collar

So 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

And we'll grow a peaceful crop

And a girl can get a wife

And we can bring you back to life

Sacks of flour and rice or poker chips

There's greasy palms or systems underhanded

And maybe we'll take a walk on Pluto

Yeah, but we'll 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

Yeah

I am in trouble, I am in trouble

I am in trouble, I am in trouble

Trouble, trouble

Trouble, trouble

Trouble, trouble

Trouble, trouble