Everybody wants something, no one has
The further the field, the greener the grass
Talking with words they don't understand
No-one needs to, no-one can
Chorus
Troubles every night
Troubles every day
There's troubles in the city
Troubles all the way
If you're feeling sick, you're gonna get pills
If you're driving drunk, you're gonna get killed
And if you don't vote, you're gonna lose
But if you do, you'll get abused
Somebody tells you and you play dead
Somebody tells you and you give head
Someone has the strings and complete control
There's somebody out there, who own's your soul
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