I smell trouble, its stinkin' up the streets I'm tapin' up the windows & I'm burnin' all the sheets Trouble, come walkin' through the door Like I trod in somethin' horrible & dragged o'er the floor. It’s gone spooked the milkin' beasts, set the cock’s a-crowin' Made vinegar of all the wine & stopped the fruit a-growin' It's bakin' in the desert & its boilin' out to sea Theres trouble in the way she looks at me I smell trouble, when I'm ridin' on the train It whispers on the wind & I can taste it in the rain Oh trouble, like static in the air A thousand little sparra' claws pullin' at my hair Comes seepin' through the cracks, fills us all with fear & hunger The broken willnae die & all the strong are fallin'younger Its stirrin' up the captives, imprisoning the free Theres trouble in the way she looks at me I smell trouble, we're runnin' outta time Its the eyeball at the keyhole, its the echo down the line Oh trouble, its gonna be here soon Upsettin' all the simple folk, theyre shootin' at the moon It's pissin' on the family hearth, laid waste to the larder The winters never were so long & the clay was never harder It’s the white noise on the radio, the snow on my tv Theres trouble in the way she looks at me I smell trouble, its stinkin' up the streets I'm tapin' up the windows & I'm burnin' all the sheets Trouble come walkin' through the door Like I trod in somethin' horrible & dragged o'er the floor It's lurkin' in the stairwell & drinkin' in the park It's smokin' in the shadows when I'm headin' home from work It’s the water in the whisky; it’s the poison in my tea Theres trouble in the way she looks at me