Lyrics I Smell Trouble - The Rumjacks

I Smell Trouble

I smell trouble, it’s stinkin' up the streets
I’m tapin' up the windows and I’m burnin' all the sheets
Trouble, come walkin' through the door
Like I trod in somethin' horrible and dragged it o’er the floor
It’s gone spooked the milkin' beasts, set the cock’s a-crowin'
Made vinegar of all the wine and stopped the fruit a-growin'
It’s bakin' in the desert and it’s boilin' out to sea
There’s trouble in the way she looks at me
I smell trouble, when I’m ridin' on the train
It whispers on the wind and I can taste it in the rain
Oh trouble, like static in the air
A thousand little sparra' claws pullin' at my hair
Comes seepin' through the cracks, fills us all with fear and hunger
The broken willnae die and all the strong are fallin’younger
It’s stirrin' up the captives, imprisoning the free
There’s trouble in the way she looks at me
I smell trouble, we’re runnin' outta time
It’s the eyeball at the keyhole, it’s the echo down the line
Oh trouble, it’s gonna be here soon
Upsettin' all the simple folk, they’re shootin' at the moon
It’s pissin' on the family hearth, laid waste to the larder
The winters never were so long and the clay was never harder
It’s the white noise on the radio, the snow on my TV
There’s trouble in the way she looks at me
I smell trouble, it’s stinkin' up the streets
I’m tapin' up the windows and I’m burnin' all the sheets
Trouble come walkin' through the door
Like I trod in somethin' horrible and dragged it o’er the floor
It’s lurkin' in the stairwell &drinkin' in the park
It’s smokin' in the shadows when I’m headin' home from work
It’s the water in the whisky, it’s the poison in my tea
There’s trouble in the way she looks at me
There’s trouble in the way she looks at me
There’s trouble in the way she looks at me