The planes with no windows
And the planes with no people
And the planes with no pilots inside
You heard about them
Heard that they can shoot rockets
They can take your photograph from the sky
And all your Gods, they got an asshole clause
They got their claws in each other all day
And nobody wins, and they kneel down and grin
And all the people think it helps when they pray
And he's stuck taking calls on the telephone
And I'm busy digging a ditch
She got her tongue tied, uptight administration
Trouble when you find out
They say the trouble is real
All the faces in boxes, fell asleep
And they popped up, just to see what everybody said
They're changing their clothes
And then they powder their nose
Only to lock themselves outside of their head
And he's stuck taking calls on the telephone
And I'm busy digging a ditch
She got her tongue tied, uptight administration
Trouble when you find out, they say
Trouble when you find out, they baby
I said trouble when you find out, they say
I don't know just what to do about it
no I don't know what to say
lets stick around, lets drink from the wishing well
cause I ain't got plans for today
We'll be fine if you don't mind
we'll take our time and we'll find our own way
Just mellow out and make best of whats around
cause I ain't got plans to decay
You'll be fine now
Cause you will find out
That I don't mind now
The trouble is real
The trouble is real
T-t-t-trouble is real
The trouble is real
Oh, the trouble is real