Big Trouble Songtext
von Robert Palmer

Don′t move

Just one false move and you're dead meat
You know you′re running out of luck
You wanted me between your feet
You see me coming better duck

Big trouble
I'll lay you to waste
Big trouble
Gonna make a fool of you
Big trouble
Gonna drive you to buy me
Big trouble
Running out of patience
Big trouble
This is the way I do business

You know I've got you in my sights
Saw your emotions run amok
Had an anxiety attack
You were surprised when panic struck


Low ammunition, a war of nerves
I′ll steal your thunder
War of attrition, watch you submerge
You′re going under
You need it, you lose it
You love it, you got to have it

I'm gonna find your breaking point
You like to practice self-deceit
I′ll knock your nose right out of joint

The demolition of your whole world
War of attrition

Big trouble
This is the right play
Big trouble
Come on do your worst
Big trouble
Rub me up the wrong way
Big trouble
Why don't you hold it to argument

I see you spoiling for a fight
I′ll pick you off and rub you out
All your big talk is obsolete
No one to hear you scream and shout


I'll give you fire, a war of nerves
War of attrition
The demolition of your whole world
I′ll steal your thunder