Il testo della Trouble

Just look at the forecast
It's a bright sunny day
Everyone coming
And going their way

Kids are all playing
Right out in the street
Hearing them laughing
Just makes it complete

It all seems so happy
A typical day
But trouble is brewing
Get out of the way

The sun will be setting
It soon will be dark
You see them all gather
Outside of the park

Something is brewing
Its going to be bad
They're starting to argue
Its getting them mad

As more of them gather
They circle around
Yelling and screaming
To go put him down

Trouble trouble there's going to be trouble (repeated)