Woke up this morning on the wrong side of bed,
headache so bad I wished I was dead.
Pushing down the covers, barely awake,
I thought I saw the slithering form of a snake.
Jump to the bathroom, taking a drink,
somethin’ started bubbling up through the sink.
I looked in the mirror but all that I saw were
the dark eyes of a woman who’d broken the law.
*CHORUS*
Sayin hey-o, trouble is a-comin’ baby!
Hey-o, yes it’s true!
Hey-o, trouble is a comin’
'cause the devil got his eye on you.
Took a walk here around this town,
all I could find were kids standing around
like the shadow of a ghost that their childhood stole.
Looking with eyes, but without any souls.
One took me by the hand - it was dry as a bone!
(Wishing that I hadn’t come here alone...)
He turned and he spoke without saying a word,
but without a doubt these were the words that I heard.
*CHORUS*
Took me to the entry of the local bar,
all the folks were dancing - the door was ajar.
Flames leaping up from the walls and the floor but
no one in the town gave a damn anymore.
Took me to the back to a man standing there,
still as a statue returning my stare.
"Honey I’m the devil as you know very well and...
I’ve come to take you forever to hell!"
Sayin hey-o, trouble is a-comin’ baby!
Hey-o, yes it’s true!
Hey-o, trouble is a comin’
'cause...I got my eye on you!
I screamed and I ran to my door.
All these pictures in my head...I don’t wanna see them anymore!
Can’t tell what’s real, what’s a dream.
And you know nothing’s ever what it seems…
I burst in the door and fell down on my knees.
I heard someone wailing, "Darling, not again please!"
Lash out around me cause the night’s gone dark but
somewhere an idea has ignited a spark.
The devil may come, but I’ll be one step ahead.
You know he can’t catch me if I’m already dead!
Only one way to stop what’s coming to pass:
Turn on the stove, and then I strike up a match!
Sayin' hey-o, trouble is a-comin’ baby!
Hey-o, yes it’s true!
Hey-o, trouble is a comin’ baby
Trouble is a comin’ baby
Trouble is a comin’ baby
Sayin hey-o, trouble is a-comin’ baby!
Hey-o, yes it’s true!
Hey-o, trouble is a comin’
Cause the devil got his eye on you.
credits
from Dram,
released August 17, 2016
Written by Molly Hebert-Wilson & Rare Spirits
Performed by Rare Spirits
Recorded at Applehead Production
Engineered by Chris Bittner
Mixed by Chris Bittner
Mastered by Sarif Sound
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