Trouble. I hear the clock tick in the room
The walls will crumble, and You're holding the match up to the fuse
'cos sometimes I just got, nothing else to say
I've been on repeat since yesterday
There's something to lose, either way
Hey We might as well be dead and be gone
If We don't belong here
Hey theres a year and the day That it lands on My face
Like a map of My sense
Yeah, and all the trouble I'm in
Trouble,I feel You watch Me across the room
Another summer, and the palms are the colour of doom
Put My hand through the mirror let the water run
seven years bad luck is better than none
Following the bullet back into the gun
Hey We might as well be dead and be gone
If We don't belong here
Hey there's a year and a day that it lands on My face
Like a map of My sense
Yeah, and all the trouble I'm in
Yeah, and all the trouble I'm in
Yeah, and all the trouble I'm in
I see my brother, He's waiting in line for His turn
I'm not as humble, I know everything here is gonna burn
Sometimes I just got nothing else to say
I've been on repeat since yesterday
There's something to lose, either way
Hey We might as well be dead and be gone
If We don't belong here
Hey there's a year and a day that it lands on My face
Like a map of My sense
Yeah, and all the trouble I'm in
Yeah, and all the trouble
Yeah, and all the trouble I'm in. Hey
All the trouble
All the trouble I'm in