Skeleton Crew - Sweet Trouble Lyrics

They call me a stoner
They call me a heathen
I don't amount to much I just come as I am
Heads up and fair warning
I free fall with my demons
I am a wretched man and I don't give a damn

Just a hard-line sinner
Digging my hole
I put my back into it
There's no salvation for the bold
If you wanna stick around you better grab a spade
Grease your palms with spit, show some grit
That's how luck is made

Here comes trouble again to deprave me
Don't pick me up. I'm just gonna fall again
Sweet sweet trouble my friend
Don't you save me
I will let temptation win
Gonna take it for a spin

I see you stuck in the back seat
Got your feet in concrete
As you break a sweat doing work for the man
Take a walk down Main Street
Try to march to your own beat
You don't need directions and you (sure as hell) don't need a plan

Have a reved up motor
Won't run cold
I got my own sweet mojo
That is how I roll
If you wanna tag along and leave that ol' charade
Don't just read about it, don't dream about it
Stop being afraid