The Rumjacks - I Smell Trouble

I smell trouble, its stinkin' up the streets
I'm tapin' up the windows and I'm burnin' all the sheets
Trouble, come walkin' through the door
Like I trod in somethin' horrible and dragged o'er the floor

It's gone spooked the milkin' beasts, set the cock's a crowin'
Made vinegar of all the wine and stopped the fruit a growin'
It's bakin' in the desert and its boilin' out to sea
Theres trouble in the way she looks at me

I smell trouble, when I'm ridin' on the train
It whispers on the wind and I can taste it in the rain
Oh trouble, Like static in the air
A thousand little sparra' claws pullin' at my hair

Comes seepin' through the cracks, fills us all with fear and hunger
The broken willnae die and all the strong are fallin'younger
Its stirrin' up the captives, imprisoning the free
Theres trouble in the way she looks at me

I smell trouble, we're runnin' outta time
Its the eyeball at the keyhole, its the echo down the line
Oh trouble, its gonna be here soon
Upsettin' all the simple folk, theyre shootin' at the moon

It's pissin' on the family hearth, laid waste to the larder
The winters never were so long and the clay was never harder
It's the white noise on the radio, the snow on my TV
Theres trouble in the way she looks at me

I smell trouble, its stinkin' up the streets
I'm tapin' up the windows and I'm burnin' all the sheets
Trouble come walkin' through the door
Like I trod in somethin' horrible and dragged o'er the floor

It's lurkin' in the stairwell and drinkin' in the park
It's smokin' in the shadows when I'm headin' home from work
It's the water in the whisky it's the poison in my tea
Theres trouble in the way she looks at me