1. |
Trouble Loves Me
01:22
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Passed a dead bald eagle on the side of the highway
Are you gonna do it right? No, I’m doing it my way
A disgruntled youth who made his own rules
Learned more on the streets than I did in the schools
A bottle of hooch that I brewed in the closet
A pair of brass knuckles in my back left pocket
Big Friday night, what’s it gonna be?
I got a thing for trouble and trouble loves me
Trouble loves me.
Passed a dead bald eagle on the side of the highway
Are you gonna do it right? No, I’m doing it my way
A disgruntled youth who made his own rules
Learned more on the streets than I did in the schools
Not a whole lot has changed since I’ve gotten older
Stomping ‘round town with this big chip on my shoulder
Eyes closed tight, but it’s easy to see…
Tryin’ to do the right thing but trouble loves me
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2. |
Less Than Nothing
01:41
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Panic
Another social situation
Another nail in the coffin
Another long night of waiting
Who what when where
Terror
Now it’s coming around the corner
Now for sure you are a goner
Now is better than never
Get in let’s go
Bouncing back-and-forth and
You bend and then you break and
They ask you what you’ll fight for
It’s less than nothing
Convictions non existent
Changing for acceptance
They ask you what you believe
Tell them less than nothing
Less than nothing
Less than nothing
Chaos
Everytime it’s always all wrong
Every line it’s all the same song
Every day a little too long
Pray for reprieve
Silence
All you want is just to end it
All of your strength, you can’t break it
All of the pain, you just endure it
A razor’s edge
Bouncing back-and-forth and
You bend and then you break and
They ask you what you’ll fight for
It’s less than nothing
Convictions non existent
Changing for acceptance
They ask you what you believe
Tell them less than nothing
Less than nothing
Less than nothing
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3. |
Count Time
04:09
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Wolves and sheep, crabs in a bucket, the king of the jungle, the hunter and the hunted.
All the animals are in one place, which one are you when you’re standing face-to-face?
A concrete wasteland, a dead end track, eyes in front and behind but don’t look back.
A thousand animals in one space,
Open the cages empty out this place.
Stand up don't get knocked down.
Keep your feet on the ground.
Stand up don't get knocked down.
A tourist versus the town.
Hustlers and con-men all standing in line, counting down the time till the next count time.
The weeks are short, but the days are long. Stay physically tough and mentally strong.
Pay your debts and learn your lessons, head up high and count your blessings.
The months are short, but the days are long. Waste years of your life, sing ‘bout it in a song.
Stand up don’t get knocked down
Keep your feet on the ground
Stand up don’t get knocked down
A tourist versus the town
Don’t save a space for me, cause I ain’t coming back.
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