Lean-tail scorpions, mean as hell
I´m tellin´ you it´s the fear they smell
The power of their sting is hard to quell
Well, he´s broke in two, a Peter Marcia
You can break the law if you really wanna

That old judge is bound to string you up

Yeah, we´re trouble fun, yeah (Trouble fun, yeah)
Yeah, we´re trouble fun, yeah (Trouble fun, yeah)
Like big
And ???
And our detector cries, "Grab a poly
They´re all dishonest men
They´re all dishonest men"

He runs the law from an old saloon
In a Texas town called Granagaroo
And that hangin´ judge ain´t searchin´ for the truth
And these tired lawyers turn mountain lies
Don´t come around if you´re scared to die
And may the Lord have mercy on your soul

Yeah, we´re trouble fun, yeah (Trouble fun, yeah)
Yeah, we´re trouble fun, yeah (Trouble fun, yeah)
Like big
And ???
And our detector cries, "Grab a poly
They´re all dishonest men
They´re all dishonest men"

Misclearly led you is the town muse
Say a bad word about her and you´re bound to lose
Where you stand shall be your dying ground
Cry shaking sorry as the day we bred
Don´t mess around or you´ll wind up dead
We´re all be a marker on your grave

Yeah, we´re trouble fun, yeah (Trouble fun, yeah)
Yeah, we´re trouble fun, yeah (Trouble fun, yeah)
Like big

And ???
And our detector cries, "Grab a poly
They´re all dishonest men
They´re all dishonest men"

They´re all dishonest men