Trouble at Home Songtext
von Those Poor Bastards

Trouble at home
Trouble at home
I got some trouble at home, boys
You know I got some trouble at home
I guess she don′t like it when I sneak out at night
Swingin' pretty young girls on my arms
But once in a while
Even I need some fun
Boy, it sure feels good to do wrong
She say she gonna leave me if I don′t straighten out
But I'm happier than I've ever been
It′s causin′ trouble at home
Trouble at home
I got some trouble at home, boys
You know I got some trouble at home
Yeah, I like to hurt everybody I see
And I sure don't like to be bored
Sometimes I need to let off some steam
Because life, it just don′t last too long
Oh, come with me!


A conscienceless and vicious loser be
Does it all have to be either this way or that?
Must I choose depression or joy?
What if I want a little of both?
For the first time in years, I'm alive
It′s causing trouble at home
Trouble at home
I got some trouble at home, boys
You know I got some trouble at home
All of your friends, they're taking your side
They say I′m selfish and bad
But honey, I'm sad
I'm just lonely and sad
I need to loose myself and go mad
Oh, come with me!
A conscienceless and vicious loser be
Oh, trouble at home
Trouble at home
I got some trouble at home, boys
You know I got some trouble at home
Yeah, trouble at home
Trouble at home
I got some trouble at home, boys
You know I got some trouble at home