I got a letter in the mail sayin' 
I'm gonna go to jail 
Someone's got an axe 
Lookin' it out for me 
Well I was feelin' pretty nice didn't have to think twice 
Finders keepers baby, keep it away from me 
You got nothin' that 
I need Stay away from me 
I'll quicken your pace to heaven 
You try to give me your lot 
Well I hope you rot 
Gonna tell the devil about you 
You're gettin' me in trouble 
You're gettin' me in trou... 
Gettin' me in trouble 
Every day and night 
I'm alright 
Well I'm a high speed king 
I never think about a thing 
All I can do is moan 
Everybody takes a turn from the trash 
I have learned 
But why the hard way for me, 
I don't know 
I'm gonna get you back 
Stab you in the fat 
I'll make you wish you never met me 
I gonna make you sing the blues 
You're gonna lose 
Show you what you got yourself into 
You're gettin' me in trouble 
You're Gettin' me in trouble 
Gettin' me in trouble 
Every day and night 
I'm all... 
You try to put the weight of the world 
On top of my shoulders 
You got to know that you're a little girl 
Who wants to feel older, feel older (watch out) 
Trouble, yeah 
Trouble, yeah yeah 
I'm in trouble baby (oh yeah) 
You're gettin' me in trouble 
Gettin' me in trouble 
Gettin' me in trouble 
Every day and night 
I'm in trouble, trouble, trouble (alright) 
I'm in trouble, trouble, trouble 
Trouble, trouble, trouble 
Trouble, trouble, trouble