Grin Like Trouble

Hey!
Ha-ha!
Come on now.

I woke up with the moon in my pocket
And a matchbook grin on my face
Coffee burned like a holy little rocket
Kicking sleep out of the place

My shoes got dust, my shirt got thunder
My hair don't know how to behave
Every tiny thing keeps pulling me under
But I’m laughing all the way

I got a quarter in my coat for a lucky decision
And a whistle that can wake the rain
I make a mess with perfect precision
Then I tip my hat to the pain

If the world wants teeth
I got a smile full of knives
If the night gets mean
I come alive

If the floor drops out
I’ll be dancing in the fall
When the shadows crowd
I’m a light on the wall

I grin like trouble
I dance like sin
I got a little black magic
Underneath my skin

Hey! Hey!
Let the good times bite
I grin like trouble
And I feel alright

I feel alright
When the sparks start flyin’
I feel alright
When the blues go dyin’
I feel alright
With a wild heart hummin’
I grin like trouble
And here I come, honey

The radio coughs up a ghost in the kitchen
The fridge light crowns me king
I’m broke, I’m late, but the engine is twitching
And the whole damn day can sing

There’s a stain on the floor and a storm in the ceiling
And a grin in the crack of the door
I got a fistful of want and a full-body feeling
Like I’ve been here, but never before

I take my bad luck out for a stroll in the neon
Let it shimmy, let it shake
If the morning’s gonna try to put the heat on
I’m already wide awake

One foot on fire
One hand on luck
If heaven won’t answer
We wake it up

One word for the angels
Two for the dark
I got a red-hot spark
And a reckless heart

I grin like trouble
I dance like sin
I got a little black magic
Underneath my skin

Hey! Hey!
Let the good times bite
I grin like trouble
And I feel alright

I feel alright
When the sky comes crashing
I feel alright
With the bass still thrashing
I feel alright
Let the whole room tumble
I grin like trouble
Hear me rumble, rumble

Feel alright!
Ha!
Hey! Hey!
I grin like trouble!