Trouble Follows Me

So here we go again — no hope for you and less for me
The walls are going up — no way to break through
They steal the riches of the world — to keep us all at bay
One thing that I can say for sure, you know that trouble follows me
Trouble in a way you just can’t believe
Trouble always finds its way back to me
Hard work will set you free — now that’s a fuckin' dream
The cycle of our poverty — the strength of their chains
Cause even when I laid down low — just to keep above the fray
One thing that I can say for sure, you know that trouble follows me
Trouble in a way you just can’t believe
Trouble always finds its way back to me
Trouble in a way you just can’t believe
Trouble always finds its way back to me
A rebel woman, she lived a wildlife
She’d rather roses on the table than diamonds on her neck
Knowing she’d never go home, until the day she could no longer breathe
She said, «This ain’t the life I envisioned for me»
She said, «This ain’t the way that I thought I would be»
She said, «This ain’t the way it was supposed to be»
She said, «I don’t regret a thing, though trouble follows me»
Trouble in a way you just can’t believe
Trouble always finds its way back to me
Trouble in a way you just can’t believe
Trouble always finds its way back to me