Trouble Every Day Lyrics by Frank Zappa

Trouble Every Day Lyrics

    Ray collins (lead vocals, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin, tweezers)
    Jimmy carl black (drums)
    Roy estrada (bass, guitarron, boy soprano)
    Elliot ingber (lead guitar, rhythm guitar)

    Well i'm about to get sick
    From watchin' my tv
    Been checkin' out the news
    Until my eyeballs fail to see
    I mean to say that every day
    Is just another rotten mess
    And when it's gonna change, my friends
    Is anybody's guess

    So i'm watchin' and i'm waitin'
    Hopin' for the best
    Even think i'll go to prayin'
    Every time i hear 'em sayin'
    That there's no way to delay
    That trouble comin' every day
    No way to delay
    That trouble comin' every day

    Wednesday i watched the riot...
    I seen the cops out on the street
    Watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff
    And chokin' in the heat
    Listened to reports
    About the whisky passin' 'round
    Seen the smoke & fire
    And the market burnin' down
    Watched while everybody
    On his street would take a turn
    To stomp and smash and bash and crash
    And slash and bust and burn

    And i'm watchin' and i'm waitin'
    Hopin' for the best
    Even think i'll go to prayin'
    Every time i hear 'em sayin'
    That there's no way to delay
    That trouble comin' every day
    No way to delay
    That trouble comin' every day

    Well you can cool it,
    You can heat it...
    'cause, baby, i don't need it...
    Take your tv tube and eat it
    'n all that phony stuff on sports
    'n all the unconfirmed reports
    You know i watched that rotten box
    Until my head began to hurt
    From checkin' out the way
    The newsmen say they get the dirt
    Before the guys on channel so-and-so
    And further they assert
    That any show they'll interrupt
    To bring you news if it comes up
    They say that if the place blows up
    They'll be the first to tell
    Because the boys they got downtown
    Are workin' hard and doin' swell,
    And if anybody gets the news
    Before it hits the street,
    They say that no one blabs it faster
    Their coverage can't be beat

    And if another woman driver
    Gets machine-gunned from her seat
    They'll send some joker with a brownie
    And you'll see it all complete

    So i'm watchin' and i'm waitin'
    Hopin' for the best
    Even think i'll go to prayin'
    Every time i hear 'em sayin'
    That there's no way to delay
    That trouble comin' every day
    No way to delay
    That trouble comin' every day

    Hey you know something people
    I'm not black
    But there's a whole lots a times
    I wish i could say i'm not white

    Well, i seen the fires burnin'
    And the local people turnin'
    On the merchants and the shops
    Who used to sell their brooms and mops
    And every other household item
    Watched the mob just turn and bite 'em
    And they say it served 'em right
    Because a few of them are white,
    And it's the same across the nation
    Black & white discrimination
    They're yellin' "you can't understand me!"
    And all the other crap they hand me
    In the papers and tv
    'n all that mass stupidity
    That seems to grow more every day
    Each time you hear some nitwit say
    He wants to go and do you in
    Because the color of your skin
    Just don't appeal to him
    (no matter if it's black or white)
    Because he's out for blood tonight
    You know we gotta sit around at home
    And watch this thing begin
    But i bet there won't be many left
    To see it really end
    'cause the fire in the street
    Ain't like the fire in my heart
    And in the eyes of all these people
    Don't you know that this could start
    On any street in any town
    In any state if any clown
    Decides that now's the time to fight
    For some ideal he thinks is right
    And if a million more agree
    There ain't no great society
    As it applies to you and me
    Our country isn't free
    And the law refuses to see
    If all that you can ever be
    Is just a lousy janitor
    Unless your uncle owns a store
    You know that five in every four
    Just one amount and nothin' more
    Don't watch the rats go across the floor
    And make up songs about being poor
    Blow you harmonica son!

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