I got a letter in the mail sayin' I'm gonna go to jail

Someone's got an axe

Lookin' it out for me

Well I was feelin' pretty nice didn't have to think twice

Finders keepers baby, keep it away from me



You got nothin' that I need

Stay away from me

I'll quicken your pace to heaven

You try to give me your lot

Well I hope you rot

Gonna tell the devil about you



You're gettin' me in trouble

You're gettin' me in trou...

Gettin' me in trouble

Every day and night



I'm alright



Well I'm a high speed king I never think about a thing

All I can do is moan



Everybody takes a turn from the trash I have learned

But why the hard way for me, I don't know



I'm gonna get you back

Stab you in the fat

I'll make you wish you never met me

I gonna make you sing the blues

You're gonna lose

Show you what you got yourself into



You're gettin' me in trouble

You're Gettin' me in trouble

Gettin' me in trouble

Every day and night



I'm all...



You try to put the weight of the world

On top of my shoulders

You got to know that you're a little girl

Who wants to feel older, feel older (watch out)



Trouble, yeah

Trouble, yeah yeah

I'm in trouble baby (oh yeah)



You're gettin' me in trouble

Gettin' me in trouble

Gettin' me in trouble

Every day and night



I'm in trouble, trouble, trouble (alright)

I'm in trouble, trouble, trouble

Trouble, trouble, trouble

Trouble, trouble, trouble