We Got Trouble

Lyrics

[Verse 1] There's a beautiful noise comin' out from the street A devilish rhythm and a crush-go beat Noise from the clubs, noise from the cars More noise than one million guitars Saturday night, I wanna press to kill Twin dash, clean off the tortoise shell I really gotta think, then I'll never have left 'Cause attack is the best form of defense Radio cranked high, TV and the deck All noise generators are set to wreck The light's fast flashin', sound is well Meter's goin' wild on the Richter scale Okay, stop, shut us down There's a riot going on in Feedback Town [Chorus] (We want it) We got trouble We got T-R-O-U-B-L-E (We got it) We got trouble We got T-R-O-U-B-L-E (Alright, we got trouble, go! Go, go!) T-R-O-U-B-L-E [Verse 2] Well, we're laying down the law, ruin the rules Kicking out the jams with a big, big boost Speakers are stunning, meter's red There's a whole crowdbox that's lying dead 'Cause loudness is a force you can't ignore This disco inferno is done with law Satisfaction in a chain reaction A head-bangin', big flashin' dance for action Radio messengers People, go home The center of the city is a no-go zone Our ultimate force will exhaust So renegade is only a matter of cost So now's the time, it's your decision Sonic death or crush collision? [Chorus] (We want it) We got trouble We got T-R-O-U-B-L-E (We got it) We got trouble We got T-R-O-U-B-L-E (We got trouble) We got trouble We got T-R-O-U-B-L-E [Interlude] DJ Powercut, crush the beat now! T-R-O-U-B-L-E [Verse 2] And now on the TV, news report Know no defense for the sonic outflow Well, the briefest pulse will walk boys far Under the weight of the hot gun mark The renegade sound is our heavy mend And things have gotten way out of hand The DJ cuts a record and it turns, and it turns Out goes the jam Burn, baby, burn! Rockin' in the house is our directive Livin' forever is our objective Searching and destroying every gig we play 'Cause the big bad noise spells judgement day 'Cause the power of the now, this rocky fall Destroy rock and roll and draw the ball [Chorus] (We want it) T-R-O-U-B-L-E (We got it) T-R-O-U-B-L-E (We want it) We got trouble We got T-R-O-U-B-L-E (We got it) We got trouble We got T-R-O-U-B-L-E [Verse 4] Well, rock on, Leeds, reel our leaders We've gathered all, you best believe us You might get ill through a dizzy sensation When you're rearing and comboding by side vibration Bass that quakes, tyres that clang The whole repetition goes Crash! Boom! Bam! Can't you tell? We're after beats that size Can't you tell? We're after rhythms that slice Can't you tell? So admit it, please Age of Chance will move your feet It's electrifying, awe-inspiring A thousand years of trouble is what we're prescribing So let's all relax, let's all sit back A-O-C spells sonic attack