Tim Fite Trouble lyrics

Between a hammer and a holiday, a holiday
I’ll take a hammer (in tune?) every time
You just can't wait to waste us all away, all away
while you save face I’ll be shaving mine

In the light, in the sound
In the sound in the light
I seen rapids, I seen rubble

You’re in trouble,
A whole lotta trouble

I have punishment
Fit the crime
But if the crime is the punishment
where will ya wind up
Waitin’ on that punishment
You wake up and wonder where the summer went
because it's cold up the river
It’s cold up the river
It’s cold up the river
It’s cold, its cold

(It’s cold)
In the light, in the sound
In the sound in the light
I seen rapids, I seen rubble

In the light, in the sound
I see trouble (trouble)
In the sound, in the light

You better hope to
God your shit grow

You better hope to

God your shit grow

You’re in a whole lotta trouble
A whole lotta trouble
A whole lotta trouble
A whole lotta trouble
A whole lotta trouble
A whole lotta
TROUBLE

How’s about a little avalanche
for your avarice
I lay in sight for your lavishness
Some happenstance for your happiness
A firsthand taste of average

You better hope to
God your shit grow

You better hope to
God your shit grow

You better hope
You better hope
You better hope
You better hope
You better hope
You better hope
You better hope
You better hope

You’re in a whole lotta trouble