You've got trouble in your eyes,
You've got trouble in your eyes
I can see it
I keep runnin' down your street
Following the smell of your feet
Like a compass
Hot on your trail I can tell by the smell
Broken twigs and bread crumbs
My machete glints by the light of the moon
But I'm too late
Baby, don't do it You've go trouble in your eyes bad thoughts on your mind
So I chased you
My machete and me hacked a trail all night through the forest
Hot on your trail I can tell by the smell
Broken twigs and bread crumbs
My machete glints by the light of the moon
But I'm too late