Trouble Every Day

Well I'm about to get sick

From watching my TV

Been checking out the news

Until my eyeballs fail to see

I mean to say that every day

Is just another rotten mess

And when it's gonna change, my friend

Is anybody's guess

So I'm watching and I'm waiting

Hoping for the best

Even think I'll go to praying

Every time I hear 'em saying

That there's no way to delay

That trouble coming every day

No way to delay

That trouble coming every day

Wednesday I watch the riot

I seen the cops out on the street

Watched 'em throwing rocks and stuff

And choking in the heat

Listened to reports

About the whiskey passing round

Seen the smoke and fire

And the market burning down

Watched while everybody

On his street would take a turn

To stomp and smash and bash and crash

And slash and bust and burn

And I'm watching and I'm waiting

Hoping for the best

Even think I'll go to praying

Every time I hear 'em saying

That there's no way to delay

That trouble coming every day

No way to delay

That trouble coming every day

Well, you can cool it

You can heat it

'Cause, baby, I don't need it

Take your TV tube and eat it

And all that phony stuff on sports

And all the unconfirmed reports

You know I watch that rotten box

Until my head began to hurt

From checking out the way

The newsmen say they get the dirt

Before the guys on channel so and so

And further they assert

That any show they'll interrupt

To bring you news if it comes up

They say that if the place blows up

They'll be the first to tell

'Cause the boys they got downtown

Are working hard and doing swell

And if anybody gets the news

Before it hits the street

They say that no one blabs it faster

Their coverage can't be beat

And if another woman driver

Get's machine gunned from her seat

They'll send some joker with a brownie

And you'll see it all complete

So I'm watching and I'm waiting

Hoping for the best

Even think I'll go to praying

Every time I hear 'em saying

That there's no way to delay

That trouble coming every day

No way to delay

That trouble coming every day

Hey, you know something, people?

I'm not black

But there's a whole lots of times

I wish I could say I'm not white

Well, I seen the fires burning

And the local people turning

On the merchants and the shops

Who used to sell their brooms and mops

And every other household item

Watched the mob just turn and bite 'em

And they say it served 'em right

Because a few of them are white

And it's the same across the nation

Black and white discrimination

Yelling, you can't understand me

And all that other jazz they hand me

In the papers and TV

And in all that mass stupidity

That seems to grow more every day

Each time you hear some nitwit say

He wants to go and do you in

'Cause the color of your skin

Just don't appeal to him

No matter if it's black or white

Because he's out for blood tonight

You know, we gotta sit around at home

And watch this thing begin

I'll bet there wont' be many left

To see it really end

'Cause the fire in the street

Ain't like the fire in the heart

And in the eyes of all these people

Don't you know that this could start

On any street in any town

In any state if any clown

Decides that nows the time to fight

For some ideal he thinks is right

And if a million more agree

There ain't no great society

As it applies to you and me

Our country isn't free

And the law refuse to see

If all that you can ever be

Is just a lousy janitor

Unless your uncle owns a store

You know that five in every four

Just won't amount and nothing more

Don't watch the rats go across the floor

And make up songs about being poor

Blow your harmonica, son