From the recording Thrillers
Lyrics
Oh yeah, now you’re gonna get it
Now you’re gonna get it bad
Smoke a cigarette in the silhouette
With a can of gasoline
You only pick a fight if the dog don’t bite
Now you’re stuck between my teeth
Heading down the track it’s a long way back
But that train be moving on
Gonna light a fire on your funeral pyre
Like a priest of Babylon
Left us all for dead just to get ahead
Let the blackbirds have their feast
You spit on my shoes but the ugly truth
Is you’ve just cut my leash
There’s blood on the streets and I’m six feet deep
Now you’ve crossed the borderline
Put the blame on me, set your dogs on me
Do you think the devil’s blind?
I told you once, you wouldn’t listen
Told you twice now
Don’t want no trouble here
Don’t want no trouble here
I told you once, You didn’t listen
Told you twice now
Don’t want no trouble here
Don’t want no trouble here
