From Freak out! (1966) by Frank Zappa

Trouble Every Day (Zappa) - 6:16

Well, I'm about to get sick
From watchin' my TV
Been checkin' out the news
Until my eyeballs fail to see
I mean to say that every day
Is just another rotten mess
And when it's gonna change, my friends,
Is anybody's guess

So I'm watchin' and a-waitin'
And a-hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Everytime I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day

Wednesday I watched the riot
I seen the cops out on the street
I watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff
And chokin' in the heat
I listened to the reports
About the whisky passin' 'round
I seen the smoke and fire
Of a market burnin' down
I watched while everybody
On the street would take his turn
To stomp and smash and bash and crash
And slash and bust and burn

So I'm watchin' and a-waitin'
And a-hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Everytime I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day

Well you can cool it
You can beat it
'Cause, baby, I don't need it
Take you TV tube and eat it
And all that phony stuff on sports
And all the unconfirmed reports
You know I watch that rotten box
Until my head begins to hurt
From checkin' out the way
The newsman say they get the dirt
Before the guys on channel so-and-so
And further they assert
That any show they interrupt
To bring you news if it comes up
They say that if the place
Blows up today
We'll be the first to tell
'Cause the boys they got downtown
Are workin' hard and doin' swell
And if anybody gets the news
Before it hits the street
They say that no one gets it faster
And their coverage can't be beat
And if another woman driver
Gets machinegunned from her seat
They'll send a joker with a brownie
And you'll see it all complete

So I'm watchin' and a-waitin' hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Everytime I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day

Well, I seen the fires burnin'
And the local people turnin'
On the merchants and the shops
Who used to sell them brooms and mops
And every household item
Watch the mob just turn and bite 'em
And they say it serves 'em right
Because a few of 'em were white
But it's the same across the nation
Black and whte, discrimination
They're yellin' "you can't understand me!"
And all the other crap they hand me
In the papers and TV and
All that mass stupidity
That seems to grow more every day
Each time you hear some nitwit say
He wants to go and do you in
Because the colour of your skin
Just don't appeal to him
No matter if it's black or white
Because he's out for blood tonite

So I'm watchin' and a-waitin'
And hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Everytime I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day