No matter where I turn to, shit goes south Trouble, trouble, trouble No matter where I turn to, shit goes south Yeah, it does now The way the Sun don't rise in the morning In a warm heard tonight And when that Sun comes round round Shining a bright red glow glow I'm a little man yes he is Casting a big old shadow I'm tired, tired, tired Slipping and crash landed flat on my face I think I need to go down in the ice hole Easily without a trace