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Barefoot McCoy – Trouble's In The Air lyrics
There’s a little light in the window—
I can see it burning.
There’s a world war on the doorstep—
The globe just keeps on turning.
And I got a feeling someone’s concealing
Half the facts that make the people even care;
The acts that make the children stop and stare.
Oh no,
Trouble’s in the air.
When the church bells cracked, all the people
Stormed the silver city;
Hung a pirate flag from the steeple
Above the town committee.
But they don’t see it… They don’t believe in
Half the facts that make the people even care;
The acts that make the children stop and stare.
Stand clear,
Trouble’s in the air
Say goodbye to what you remember
Of freedom and protection.
Say hello to all kinds of weather
From every which direction.
Here’s to redemption—no comprehension
Of the facts that make the people even care;
The acts that make the children stop and stare.
Beware,
Trouble’s in the air
And I got a feeling someone’s concealing
Half the facts that make the people even care;
The acts that make the children stop and stare.
Oh no,
Trouble’s in the air.
Trouble’s in the air.
I can see it burning.
There’s a world war on the doorstep—
The globe just keeps on turning.
And I got a feeling someone’s concealing
Half the facts that make the people even care;
The acts that make the children stop and stare.
Oh no,
Trouble’s in the air.
When the church bells cracked, all the people
Stormed the silver city;
Hung a pirate flag from the steeple
Above the town committee.
But they don’t see it… They don’t believe in
Half the facts that make the people even care;
The acts that make the children stop and stare.
Stand clear,
Trouble’s in the air
Say goodbye to what you remember
Of freedom and protection.
Say hello to all kinds of weather
From every which direction.
Here’s to redemption—no comprehension
Of the facts that make the people even care;
The acts that make the children stop and stare.
Beware,
Trouble’s in the air
And I got a feeling someone’s concealing
Half the facts that make the people even care;
The acts that make the children stop and stare.
Oh no,
Trouble’s in the air.
Trouble’s in the air.
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