Текст песни Trouble - Bumpin Uglies

Trouble made a martyr out of me
I hate to love our codependency
My accomplice and my airtight alibi
She beats me down and it makes me feel alive

It ain't fun unless it's dangerous
Hot or cold its all the same to us
Laid back but spontaneous
Like a honey dutch laced with angel dust
Idle hands become the tools of the devil
And when the beast is awoken we're an appropriate vessel
Cause we don't get caught, so we don't learn
We're playing with fire but cheating the burn

Trouble made a martyr out of me
I hate to love our codependency
My accomplice and my airtight alibi
She beats me down and it makes me feel alive

Pride is going to be the death of me
Two thirds spite one third caffeine
A combination that won't let me sleep
I got a long list of enemies I need to bleed
Human beings are just playing the part
In a three piece suit with a primates heart
The animal inside is begging to sin
Open the cage, the living begins

Trouble made a martyr out of me
I hate to love our codependency
My accomplice and my airtight alibi
She beats me down and it makes me feel alive