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

It’s gone spooked the milkin' beasts, set the cock’s a-crowin'
Made vinegar of all the wine & stopped the fruit a-growin'
It's bakin' in the desert & 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 & 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 & hunger
The broken willnae die & 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 & 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 & I'm burnin' all the sheets
Trouble come walkin' through the door
Like I trod in somethin' horrible & dragged o'er the floor

It's lurkin' in the stairwell & 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