Trouble In Town

Lyricist: Chris Martin, Jonny Buckland, Guy Berryman & Will Champion    Composer: Chris Martin, Jonny Buckland, Guy Berryman & Will Champion

Trouble in town, because they cut my brother down
Because my sister can't wear her crown
There's trouble, there's trouble in town

Blood on the beat
(Ooh) oh my goodness
There's blood on the beat
Law of the jungle
Or the law of the street?
There's blood on, there's blood on the beat

And I get no shelter
And I get no peace
And I never get released

Trouble in town
(Ooh) because they hung my brother brown
Because their system just keep you down
There's trouble, there's trouble in town

And I get no shelter
And I get no peace
And I just get more police
And I get no comfort
And I get no name
Everything is getting strange

What's that?
What's his name?
Alright, is that X your middle name?
Cool, I'm on a vehicle ID right?
You're getting smart? 'cause you'll be in a fucking car with him
I'm sorry I'm sorry
Fucking smartass
I'm asking you, what the X is, is that your middle name?
Of course, what is it?
Don't come back with the "what is it?" fucking shit
Talk to these fucking pays on the street that way, you ain't talking to me that way
I don't talk to nobody in the streets, I don't hang with nobody
So then don't come to fucking Philadelphia, stay in Jersey
I have family out here

Everybody thinks they're a fucking lawyer and they don't know jack shit

Are you supposed to grab me up like this?
Grab you up? I'll grab you any way I got to

You're not protecting me while I'm trying to go to work
Why won't you shut up?