Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trouble Every Day , by - The Mothers Of Invention. Release date: 26.06.1966
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trouble Every Day , by - The Mothers Of Invention. Trouble Every Day |
| 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 friend |
| Is anybody’s guess |
| So I’m watchin' and I’m waitin' |
| Hopin' for the best |
| Even think I’ll go to prayin' |
| Every time I hear 'em sayin' |
| That there’s no way to delay |
| That trouble comin' every day |
| No way to delay |
| That trouble comin' every day |
| Wednesday I watched the riot. |
| .. |
| Seen the cops out on the street |
| Watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff |
| And chokin' in the heat |
| Listened to reports |
| About the whisky passin' 'round |
| Seen the smoke and fire |
| And the market burnin' 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 watchin' and I’m waitin' |
| Hopin' for the best |
| Even think I’ll go to prayin' |
| Every time I hear 'em sayin' |
| That there’s no way to delay |
| That trouble comin' every day |
| No way to delay |
| That trouble comin' 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 |
| 'N all that phony stuff on sports |
| 'N all the unconfirmed reports |
| You know I watched that rotten box |
| Until my head begin 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’ll interrupt |
| To bring you news if it comes up They say that if the place blows up They will be the first to tell, |
| Because 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 blabs it faster |
| Their coverage can’t be beat |
| And if another woman driver |
| Gets machine-gunned from her seat |
| They’ll send some joker with a brownie |
| And you’ll see it all complete |
| So I’m watchin' and I’m waitin' |
| Hopin' for the best |
| Even think I’ll go to prayin' |
| Every time I hear 'em sayin' |
| That there’s no way to delay |
| That trouble comin' every day |
| No way to delay |
| That trouble comin' every day |
| Hey, you know something people? |
| I’m not black |
| But there’s a whole lots a times |
| I wish I could say I’m not white |
| Well, I seen the fires burnin' |
| And the local people turnin' |
| 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 |
| Yellin' «You can’t understand me!» |
| 'N all that other jazz 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 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 got to sit around at home |
| And watch this thing begin |
| But I bet there won’t be many live |
| 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 now’s 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 refuses 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 to nothin' more |
| Gonna watch the rats go across the floor |
| And make up songs about being poor |
| Blow your harmonica, son! |
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