Stack your bricks up to the sky Name each one them throw them high The trouble with trouble is it comes down fast So watch out where you're going or you just won't last (Wow-oh) You're an emotional anarchist You're pist cause you've never been kissed Now you're drowning in a sea of anarchy With your heart up on your patches And no faith in democracy Cover your eyes and plug your ears We've been lied to all these years The trouble with trouble is you had a good time You knew what you were doing at the scene of the crime (Wow-oh) Ashes to ashes We all fall down