MacArthur & 37th
Walk to the station
Just when I arrive
I notice a memorial
For a loved one that had died
Stabbed at the turnstile
Mercilessly
Can't find the killer
He's still walking free
Hey, man, don't want no trouble
Hey, man, don't want no trouble
Hey, man, don't want no trouble
Hey, man, get off of my back
Get on the train
A baby is crying
And cannot be tamed
Though the parents were trying
Poor little child
Wailing in pain
The mother attempting
To quell it in vain
Hey, man, don't want no trouble
Hey, man, don't want no trouble
Hey, man, don't want no trouble
Hey, man, get off of my back
Get off the train, see a vagrant
Covered in his own sick
Yelling at the top of his lungs
About his politics
Walking in the city
Trash permeates the air
Penetrates my nose
Here there and everywhere
Hey, man, don't want no trouble
Hey, man, don't want no trouble
Hey, man, don't want no trouble
Hey, man, get off of my back
Maybe it's alright
If I still hear the laughter
If people are still living
Happy ever after
If I still smell the trees
If I still breathe the air
Yes, there's so much wrong
But do I have to care?
Just when I arrive
I notice a memorial
For a loved one that had died
Stabbed at the turnstile
Mercilessly
Can't find the killer
He's still walking free
Hey, man, don't want no trouble
Hey, man, don't want no trouble
Hey, man, don't want no trouble
Hey, man, get off of my back
Get on the train
A baby is crying
And cannot be tamed
Though the parents were trying
Poor little child
Wailing in pain
The mother attempting
To quell it in vain
Hey, man, don't want no trouble
Hey, man, don't want no trouble
Hey, man, don't want no trouble
Hey, man, get off of my back
Get off the train, see a vagrant
Covered in his own sick
Yelling at the top of his lungs
About his politics
Walking in the city
Trash permeates the air
Penetrates my nose
Here there and everywhere
Hey, man, don't want no trouble
Hey, man, don't want no trouble
Hey, man, don't want no trouble
Hey, man, get off of my back
Maybe it's alright
If I still hear the laughter
If people are still living
Happy ever after
If I still smell the trees
If I still breathe the air
Yes, there's so much wrong
But do I have to care?
Credits
Writer(s): Tristan William-louis Gianelli
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