Titus Andronicus - Troubleman Unlimited lyrics
[Titus Andronicus - Troubleman Unlimited lyrics]
You tryna rob me but I ain't got nothing, man
How you gon’ rob me? There's nothing to take
You better back up off me
Or I'll give you something, man
I’ll give you a piece of
The thing that I make
And that's trouble, man
Summertime judge came to bust my bubble
Now I got trouble if the summer should fall
I would fall right along with
It into the puddle
With nothing for company but leaves as I bawl
Out for someone to function as
Some kind of buffer
Between me and my ugly side
It's too close to call
Out for anyone but the one
Love out the hundred
Who could love me for what I am under it all
You see, I used to be my father's son
Now I'm howling at the moon
I ain't really trying to bother no one
But I might be soon
And I'll be smelling like an elephant
When I come in the room
Because they used to call me "Daddy's Boy"
But now that’s "Trouble" to you
And my trouble, man
Is that I’m too damn stubborn
Like plates in the cupboard
I am stuck in my ways
But a couple of days of vacation
Would make a significant difference
I'm listening to radio stations
From eight states away
In the vacant sub basement on Main Street
The tasers will spray in my face
And I’ll say "It's a great
Way to meet people" treat 'em like sheep and
A sweater they'll make
You see, I used to be the problem child
I’m only my own problem now
Now I find that I'm the same old
Wise guy they rightly threw out
That's why I find it hard to smile
Sometimes when I'm in the crowd
Because I used to be the problem child
I used to be the problem child
But now I am the Troubleman
I am Troubleman nothing but Troubleman
Nothing but Troubleman
I'm nothing but Troubleman
Nothing but Troubleman
Nothing but Troubleman
Nothing but Troubleman
And I am looking for trouble, man
I am looking for trouble, man
I am looking for trouble, man
I am looking for trouble
Looking for trouble, man
Looking for trouble, man
Looking for trouble, man
How you gon’ rob me? There's nothing to take
You better back up off me
Or I'll give you something, man
I’ll give you a piece of
The thing that I make
And that's trouble, man
Summertime judge came to bust my bubble
Now I got trouble if the summer should fall
I would fall right along with
It into the puddle
With nothing for company but leaves as I bawl
Out for someone to function as
Some kind of buffer
Between me and my ugly side
It's too close to call
Out for anyone but the one
Love out the hundred
Who could love me for what I am under it all
You see, I used to be my father's son
Now I'm howling at the moon
I ain't really trying to bother no one
But I might be soon
And I'll be smelling like an elephant
When I come in the room
Because they used to call me "Daddy's Boy"
But now that’s "Trouble" to you
And my trouble, man
Is that I’m too damn stubborn
Like plates in the cupboard
I am stuck in my ways
But a couple of days of vacation
Would make a significant difference
I'm listening to radio stations
From eight states away
In the vacant sub basement on Main Street
The tasers will spray in my face
And I’ll say "It's a great
Way to meet people" treat 'em like sheep and
A sweater they'll make
You see, I used to be the problem child
I’m only my own problem now
Now I find that I'm the same old
Wise guy they rightly threw out
That's why I find it hard to smile
Sometimes when I'm in the crowd
Because I used to be the problem child
I used to be the problem child
But now I am the Troubleman
I am Troubleman nothing but Troubleman
Nothing but Troubleman
I'm nothing but Troubleman
Nothing but Troubleman
Nothing but Troubleman
Nothing but Troubleman
And I am looking for trouble, man
I am looking for trouble, man
I am looking for trouble, man
I am looking for trouble
Looking for trouble, man
Looking for trouble, man
Looking for trouble, man