The trouble came around here   Here in the south we fix somethin' to eat   Steam risin' above the greenery   And we welcome the strangers to eat      Alien sick growin' in these walls   Like moss in a crack the time made   I brush a guy in the airport, whistling, "It's a small world after all"   And the prices are higher but the kids still sell lemonade      Get's to the point of it   Get's to the sense of it   I'm in a hurry to get through it      I am in trouble   I am in trouble      A hurricane flag flappin' in a bad storm   The same color of the spider underneath   My nail that bit me in my dream   And who would take out the Dominican Republic   And send God's sweet children floating down a poison stream      A secret society of conference rooms   I pledge my allegiance to the dollar   And when the clergy take a vote, oh, the gays will pay again   Yeah 'cause there's more than one kind of criminal white collar      So get to the point of it   Get to the sense of it   I'm in a hurry to get through it      One day the war will stop   And we'll grow a peaceful crop   And a girl can get a wife   And we can bring you back to life      Sacks of flour and rice or poker chips   Greasy palms or systems underhanding   And maybe we'll take a walk on Pluto   Yeah, we'll but be no closer to the understandin'      Get to the point of it   Get to the sense of it   I'm in a hurry to get through it   Yeah      I am in trouble   I am in trouble   I am in trouble   I am in trouble      Trouble   Trouble   Trouble   Trouble