Trouble, trouble, trouble
No matter where I turn to, shit goes south
Trouble, trouble, trouble
No matter where I turn to, shit goes south
Yeah, it does now

The way the sun don't rise in the morning
In a warm [?] heard tonight

And when that sun comes round [Round]
Shining a bright red glow [Glow]
I'm a little man [Yes he is]
Casting a big old shadow
I'm tired, tired, tired
Slipping and crash landed flat on my face

I think I need to go down in the ice hole
Easily without a trace