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Trouble Every DaySong ratingsNot rated yet. Lyrics
Well, I'm about to get sick
From watchin' my TV Been checkin' 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 friends, Is anybody's guess So I'm watchin' and a-waitin' And a-hopin' for the best Even think I'll go to prayin' Everytime I hear 'em sayin' That there's no way to delay That trouble comin' every day Wednesday I watched the riot I seen the cops out on the street I watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff And chokin' in the heat I listened to the reports About the whisky passin' 'round I seen the smoke and fire Of a market burnin' down I watched while everybody On the street would take his turn To stomp and smash and bash and crash And slash and bust and burn So I'm watchin' and a-waitin' And a-hopin' for the best Even think I'll go to prayin' Everytime I hear 'em sayin' That there's no way to delay That trouble comin' every day Well you can cool it You can beat it 'Cause, baby, I don't need it Take you 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 begins to hurt From checkin' out the way The newsman say they get the dirt Before the guys on channel so-and-so And further they assert That any show they interrupt To bring you news if it comes up They say that if the place Blows up today We'll be the first to tell 'Cause the boys they got downtown Are workin' hard and doin' swell And if anybody gets the news Before it hits the street They say that no one gets it faster And their coverage can't be beat And if another woman driver Gets machinegunned from her seat They'll send a joker with a brownie And you'll see it all complete So I'm watchin' and a-waitin' hopin' for the best Even think I'll go to prayin' Everytime I hear 'em sayin' That there's no way to delay That trouble comin' every day Well, I seen the fires burnin' And the local people turnin' On the merchants and the shops Who used to sell them brooms and mops And every household item Watch the mob just turn and bite 'em And they say it serves 'em right Because a few of 'em were white But it's the same across the nation Black and whte, discrimination They're yellin' "you can't understand me!" And all the other crap they hand me In the papers and TV and 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 Because the colour of your skin Just don't appeal to him No matter if it's black or white Because he's out for blood tonite So I'm watchin' and a-waitin' And hopin' for the best Even think I'll go to prayin' Everytime I hear 'em sayin' That there's no way to delay That trouble comin' every day
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