Trouble Songtext
von Mree

Of business indecent, a basement hush
I witness their secrets reaped but evident from us
Ooh, ooh, ooh
The wind with great intent, the curtain wide
I leave it to pieces, out with it, out with it

Let it be known
There′s trouble at the holy cathedral
People are nodding off the noose
Am I alone?
Or is there anybody fit to believe in?
I am calling out to you


Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

What cider feeds your fibers with a never-ending sin?
Oh, fire the rodent desire, run from it, run from it

Let it be known
That there's trouble at the holy cathedral
People are nodding off the noose
Am I alone?
Or is there anybody fit to believe in?
I am calling out to you


Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo