Lyrics Trouble - Mree

Trouble

Of business
Indecent
A basement hush
I witness
Their secret
Reap the dividend from us
Ooh ooh
The wind with
Great intent
The curtain wide
I leave with
Two pieces
Out with it
Out with it
Let it be known!
That there’s trouble at the holy cathedral
People nodding off the news
Am I alone?
Or is there anybody fit to believe in?
I am calling out to you
What cider
Feeds your fiber
With a never ending sip?
Oh fire
Of desire
Run from it, run from it
Let it be known!
That there’s trouble at the holy cathedral
People nodding off the news
Am I alone?
Or is there anybody fit to believe in?
I am calling out to you
To you.
to you.