Trouble loves me   Trouble needs 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