feel like a power broker
hopelessly selling dope to the
local low key smokers for a dime
sloshing past the streetlights
shining 'cross the riverside
i never find a centre that's defined
i lie out where the puddles die
petrified to mention my
temperamental tensions and desires
you lie awake and try to stake
the middle ground between the little sounds
that meekly mutter all across the wires
throw me under the bus i'm headed home on
pick me up by these bootstraps drag me along
coz i've been waiting for trouble oh for too long
i've been waiting for trouble to get me alone
floating around the gallery
spirits are infallibly
calling me to carry on these flights
the imaginary gallantry
of puppets waiting statically
to pull no punches puncturing these tires
flattened on the tarmac
he started making passes
taking to task the vastness of these lives
i know that it's a silly thing
to willingly reveal the strings
but it's a thrillingly exhilarating ride
throw me under the bus i'm headed home on
pick me up by these bootstraps drag me along
coz i've been waiting for trouble lord for too long
i've been waiting for trouble to get me along
tell me who to get to know
who to throw a bone
who to watch the throne
who to get alone
a lone unknown
now my cover's blown
guess i should've known
guess i should've known
throw me under the bus i'm headed home on
pick me up by these bootstraps drag me along
coz i've been waiting for trouble oh for too long
i've been waiting for trouble to leave me alone