I don't go looking for trouble
'Cause I know I would attach
Some meaning or leaning
To whatever I would catch
Still somehow you find me
And I think you know my name
And you're there to remind me
And it's never quite the same
I never know just what the trouble's going to be
But there will be a whole lot more of me
As soon as I'm broken
When you're looking for trouble
I can see it in your face
And since you're looking for trouble
And since I know that it's the case
I'll yield to your peeled form
But before you wield the ax
And I'm lying in pieces
Let me bare you to the facts
You'll never know just where the trouble's going to be
And there will be a whole lot more of me
Whenever I'm broken
Now you try to appease me
When you just can't let me pass
And you give up so easy
And I'm made out of glass
Yes, I know that I'm trouble
And I shouldn't have stayed
So I'll take a mallet
To the thing that I've made
I never know just what the trouble's going to be
But there will be a whole lot more of me
Now that I'm broken

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