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Quiet Riot: Trouble

Quiet Riot: Trouble

I got a letter in the mail sayin Im gonna go to jail

Someones got an axe

Lookin it out for me

Well I was feelin pretty nice didnt have to think twice

Finders keepers baby, keep it away from me

You got nothin that I need

Stay away from me

Ill quicken your pace to heaven

You try to give me your lot

Well I hope you rot

Gonna tell the devil about you

Youre gettin me in trouble

Youre gettin me in trou...

Gettin me in trouble

Every day and night

Im alright

Well Im a high speed king I never think about a thing

All I can do is moan

Everybody takes a turn from the trash I have learned

But why the hard way for me, I dont know

Im gonna get you back

Stab you in the fat

Ill make you wish you never met me

I gonna make you sing the blues

Youre gonna lose

Show you what you got yourself into

Youre gettin me in trouble

Youre Gettin me in trouble

Gettin me in trouble

Every day and night

Im all...

You try to put the weight of the world

On top of my shoulders

You got to know that youre a little girl

Who wants to feel older, feel older (watch out)

Trouble, yeah

Trouble, yeah yeah

Im in trouble baby (oh yeah)

Youre gettin me in trouble

Gettin me in trouble

Gettin me in trouble

Every day and night

Im in trouble, trouble, trouble (alright)

Im in trouble, trouble, trouble

Trouble, trouble, trouble

Trouble, trouble, trouble