Trouble Every Day Lyrics - Wollman Rink, Central Park, Ny, August 3rd 1968 - The Mothers Of Invention

Well I'm about to get UPSET 

From watchin' my TV 

Been checkin' out the news 

Until my eyeballs fail to see 

I mean they 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 THOSE 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 

WON'T amount TO nothin' more 

So watch the rats go across the floor 

And make up songs about being poor 

Blow you harmonica son!