always looking over your shoulder scared by every every footstep look at reflection shop window sit behind a coat of paint scared to death all your best friends got into something good you know you should but it s too late now trouble you re in trouble oh trouble a lot of trouble hang around in crowded places scared of all these all these faces the world s turning upside down your mind is going to pieces scared to death trouble all your best friends got into something good you know you should but it s too late now trouble you re in trouble oh trouble a lot of trouble yeah trouble you re in trouble oh trouble a lot of trouble
['oi', 'pub rock', 'punk']