I Smell Trouble - The Rumjacks

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