Trouble came around here
Here in the south we fix something to eat
Steam risin' up off the greenery
And we welcome the strangers we meet

Alien sick growing in these walls
Like moss in a crack that time made
I brush a guy in the airport
Whistling it's a small world after all
And the prices are higher
But the kids still selling lemonade

Get to the point of it
(get to the point of it)
Get to the sense of it
(get to the sense of it)
I'm in a hurry
To get through it

I am in trouble
(i am in trouble)
I am in trouble
(i am in trouble)

A hurricane flag flappin' in a bad storm
Same color of the spider underneath my nail that bit me in my dream
And who would take out the dominican republic
And send god's sweet children floating down a poison stream

A secret society of conference rooms
I pledge my allegiance to the dollar
And when the clergy take a vote oh the gays will pay again
Yeah 'cause there's more than one kind of criminal white collar

So get to the point of it
(get to the point of it)
Get to the sense of it
(get to the sense of it)
I'm in a hurry to get through it

One day the war will stop
And we'll grow a peaceful crop
And a girl can get a wife
And we can bring you back to life

Sacks of flour and rice or poker chips
Greasy palms or systems underhanding
(...shelter...)
And maybe we'll take a walk on pluto
Yeah but be no closer to the understanding
(...what I wish...)

Get to the point of it
(get to the point of it)
Get to the sense of it
(get to the sense of it)
I'm in a hurry to get through it

Yeah

I am in trouble
(i am in trouble)
I am in trouble
(i am in trouble)
I am in trouble
(i am in trouble)
I am in trouble
(i am in trouble)
Trouble
(trouble)
Trouble
(trouble)
Trouble
(trouble)
Trouble
(trouble)
Ah

Writer : SALIERS, EMILY ANN/RAY, AMY ELIZABETH
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing