Return of the Whatnots - Trouble In That House

I was walking, walking downtown
On my own route, just like always
When it stopped me, made me listen
There was screaming, there was chaos
I could hear it, hear the yelling
From a white house on the corner
There was anger, it was frightening
Was there violence? sounded threatening
There's trouble in that house.

I kept walking past the white house
I could hear them cursing children
Not my business, I was thinking
Maybe nothing, maybe something
Sounds like children, sounds like anger
What should I do? probably nothing
Call somebody? keep on walking?
Past the white house on the corner
There's trouble in that house

Who could they be? People screaming
At those children on the corner
People cursing at each other
On a sunny august morning
While I'm walking, walking downtown
On my own route, just like always
Past the white house on the corner
Not my business I was thinking
There's trouble in that house

Written by:
Kyle Watts, James Young

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