Trouble Follows Me - Anti-Flag

So here we go again — no hope for you and less for me

The walls are going up — no way to break through

They steal the riches of the world — to keep us all at bay

One thing that I can say for sure, you know that trouble follows me

Trouble in a way you just can’t believe

Trouble always finds its way back to me

Hard work will set you free — now that’s a fuckin' dream

The cycle of our poverty — the strength of their chains

Cause even when I laid down low — just to keep above the fray

One thing that I can say for sure, you know that trouble follows me

Trouble in a way you just can’t believe

Trouble always finds its way back to me

Trouble in a way you just can’t believe

Trouble always finds its way back to me

A rebel woman, she lived a wildlife

She’d rather roses on the table than diamonds on her neck

Knowing she’d never go home, until the day she could no longer breathe

She said, «This ain’t the life I envisioned for me»

She said, «This ain’t the way that I thought I would be»

She said, «This ain’t the way it was supposed to be»

She said, «I don’t regret a thing, though trouble follows me»

Trouble in a way you just can’t believe

Trouble always finds its way back to me

Trouble in a way you just can’t believe

Trouble always finds its way back to me