Trouble loves me
Trouble leads me
Two things more than you do
Or would attempt to
So console me
Otherwise, hold me
Just when it seems like
Everything's evened out
And the balance seems serene

Trouble loves me
Walks beside me
To chide me
Not to guide me
It's still...
Much more than you'll do
So console me
Otherwise, hold me
Just when it seems like
Everything's evened out
And the balance seems serene

See the fool I'll be
Still running 'round
On the flesh rampage
Still running 'round


Ready with ready wit
Still running 'round
On the flesh rampage
- At your age!
Go to Soho, oh
Go to waste in the wrong arms
Still running 'round


Trouble loves me
Seeks and finds me
To charlatanize me
Which is only as it should be

Oh, please fulfill me
Otherwise, kill me
Show me a barrel and
watch me scrape it
Faced with the music
As always I'll face it

In the half-light
So english frowning!
Then at midnight, I
Can't get you out of my head
A disenchanted taste
Still running 'round
A disenchanted taste
Still running 'round