Lyrics Trouble Fun - Gold Class

Trouble Fun

I’m a holy ghost with a golden touch
Good in the belly, not good for much
I’m the best lay when you give me some
Is it trouble?
I’m a last chance, I’m a splitting queen
Dance for my baby in a cutaway scene
Loaded in the west, won’t tell what I’ve done
I want trouble fun
Don’t give me the sun
All I want is trouble fun
Pulled apart — and what?
I’ve been written and read
Don’t want to go to bed
All I want is trouble fun
Let free the riot, I’m a giddy ruin
Dumber than a night on the red balloons
Save all your praying for some other punk
Am I in trouble?
And me a wet rag in the corner left
Used up to nothing on a sailor’s chest
Ragged stowaway on a shipping run
Give me trouble fun
Don’t give me the sun
All I want is trouble fun
Pulled apart in one
I’ve been written and read
Don’t want to go to bed
All I want is trouble fun
The kids round here, they’re all amiss
They won’t catch my kisses, they won’t catch my fists
They won’t catch my kisses, they won’t catch my fists