Every
Grain Of Sand - Bob Dylan
Trouble in the city,
trouble in the farm
You got your rabbit's foot, you got your good luck charm
But that can't help you none when there's trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble, trouble, nothin' but trouble.
Trouble in the water, trouble in the air
Go all the way to the other side of the world, you'll find trouble there
Revolution even ain't no solution for trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble, trouble, nothin' but trouble.
Draught and starvation, packagin' of the soul
Persecution, execution, governments out of control
You can see the writing on the wall invitin' to trouble
Trouble, trouble, trouble, nothin' but trouble.
Put your ears to the train tracks, put your ear to the ground
You ever feel like you're never alone even when there's nobody else around
Since the beginin' of the universe, man's been cursed by trouble
Trouble, trouble, trouble, nothin' but trouble.
Night clubs of the broken hearted, stadiums of the damned
Legislature, perverted nature, doors that are rudely slammed
Look into infinity, all you see is trouble
Trouble, trouble, trouble, nothin' but trouble.