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What are you looking for, son?
If you're looking for trouble, you're looking for me.
Crazy! So many, who are not afraid?
Eyes, lips, playing with fire
They have nothing, but give everything
They search, swim in rivers in the mud
If you're looking for trouble, you're looking for me
Looking for trouble, you're looking for me, ah!

They touch where it hurts the most
They say what is not convenient
Like children to see the eternal
They saw shadows that heal the sick
If you're looking for trouble, you're looking for me
Looking for trouble, you're looking for me, ah!

Looking as always for the balance of my prize
Without finding myself so drunk, arrogant! They handle themselves in a bad way
There I stand with my fury and my children, causing trouble
I sail in an America, in an atmosphere that suffocates me
Revolution of angels claim justice
It hurts what you see, rubbish that does not give teaching and this advances, without hope
The bandit rises to attack!

To the rescue! If you're looking for trouble, you're looking for me
What good is the price in the hand of the fool to buy wisdom?
If you're looking for trouble, you're looking for me.
Who would say? Meek as lambs and cunning as serpents, brave!
Looking for trouble. The lamp of the wicked will go out
Looking for trouble
The lamp will go out!
If you're looking for trouble, you're looking for me
Looking for trouble, you're looking for me
Looking for trouble, looking for me. Looking for trouble, looking for me
Looking for trouble, looking for me. Looking for trouble, looking for me
Yes, Rescue!