Lyrics Troubled Friends (Gypsy Punk Sessions) - Gogol Bordello

Troubled friends, troubled friends
Troubled friends, troubled friends

What do you do, and what if it's true
When your friend confesses to you
He's a serial killer?

What do you do, and what if it's true
When your good friend confesses to you
That he has become a car dealer?

What do you do, do you do
With all your troubled friends?
Hide them from the cops
Take them to the belly dance
[?]
Oh so troubled heads
What do you do, do you do
With all

Troubled friends, troubled friends
Troubled friends, oh troubled friends

Before the challenge gets too advanced
Before the strike of total пиздец
How do you keep the friends from horrible taste?

And I myself have plenty of friends
Who are in kind of a strange bands
But what can I ever really tell 'em?

What do you do, do you do
With all your troubled friends?
Hide them from the cops
Take them to the belly dance
[?]
Oh so troubled heads
What do you do, do you do
With all

Troubled friends, troubled friends
Troubled friends, troubled friends

What do you do, and what if it's true
When a friend confesses to you
He never read Gogol?

But I see millions of helping hands
Reaching out to our troubled friend
In this eternal harmony of trouble

What do you do, do you do
With all your troubled friends?
Hide them from the cops
Take them to the belly dance
[?]
Oh so troubled heads
What do you do, do you do
With all your troubled friends?

What do you do, do you do
With all your troubled friends?
Hide them from the cops
Take them to the belly dance
[?]
Oh so troubled heads
What do you do, do you do
With all your troubled friends?
Hey!

Troubled friends, oh no, troubled friends