Troubleman Unlimited - Titus Andronicus

You tryna rob me but I ain’t got nothing, man

How you gon' rob me?

There’s nothing to take

You better back up off me or I’ll give you something, man

I’ll give you a piece of the thing that I make

And that’s trouble, man

Summertime judge came to bust my bubble, now I got trouble

If the summer should fall, I would fall right along with it into the puddle

With nothing for company but leaves as I bawl

Out for someone to function as some kind of buffer

Between me and my ugly side, it’s too close to call

Out for anyone but the one love out the hundred

Who could love me for what I am under it all

You see, I used to be my father’s son

Now I’m howling at the moon

I ain’t really trying to bother no one, but I might be soon

And I’ll be smelling like an elephant when I come in the room

Because they used to call me «Daddy's Boy»

But now that’s «Trouble» to you

And my trouble, man, is that I’m too damn stubborn

Like plates in the cupboard, I am stuck in my ways

But a couple of days of vacation would make a significant difference

I’m listening to radio stations from eight states away

In the vacant sub-basement on Main Street

The tasers will spray in my face

And I’ll say «It's a great way to meet people»

Treat 'em like sheep and a sweater they’ll make

You see, I used to be the problem child

I’m only my own problem now

Now I find that I’m the same old wise guy they rightly threw out

That’s why I find it hard to smile sometimes when I’m in the crowd

Because I used to be the problem child

I used to be the problem child but now I am the Troubleman

I am Troubleman

Nothing but Troubleman

Nothing but Troubleman

I’m nothing but Troubleman

Nothing but Troubleman

Nothing but Troubleman

Nothing but Troubleman

And I am looking for trouble, man

I am looking for trouble, man

I am looking for trouble, man

I am looking for trouble

Looking for trouble, man

Looking for trouble, man

Looking for trouble, man