Fistful of Problems Songtext
von Trench Dogs

Let′s talk about the weather, how come it never rains

Drinks are not expensive here but no one knows my name

Stay away from the night life, don't trust the police, yeah
I tried the local cuisine and i think i caught a disease

I got a fistful of problems in paradise
I got a fistful of problems in paradise

Well it′s hot in the winter time and it's hot in the spring
My leather jacket's melting off my back and i′m cooking within
Locals only want my money and they′ll harass my chick
I'll be hurling insults at them, hoping something sticks

I got a fistful of problems in paradise
I got a fistful of problems in paradise
Matty!!


Let′s talk about the weather
How come it never rains
Drinks are not expensive here
But no one knows my name
I'll take a trip down to paradise
Whenever i′d like
But the people who already live there
Well they're stuck there for life with

A fistful of problems in paradise
I got a fistful of problems in paradise
I got a fistful of problems in
A fistful of problems in
A fistful of problems in paradise
(Generous applause)