One more revolution; this little ball goes ‘round the sun.

One more sweet solution; perhaps your will, be finally done.

And I know there’ll be more sorrow. And I know there’s gonna be more pain.

But hold fast now until tomorrow.  We’re gonna hear his sweet refrain.

To find some good, good trouble.  Good, good trouble.

We gotta get to work on these troubled times.

We gotta get right down to the wreck and the rubble.

I gotta put my body right on the line, for some good, good trouble.

One more mother waiting for her child to make it home from school.

One more hesitating politician; do they think we’re fools?

When will the power learn to listen? When will they let go their greed and fear?

When will each privileged passerbyer come one step closer 

to what’s a happenin’ here? 

And make some good, good trouble.  Good, good trouble. 

Gotta get to work on these troubled times.  

Gotta get right down to the wreck and the rubble.

Gotta put my body right on the line, for some good, good trouble.

Be unafraid now to get your feet wet on these bloodied streets 

where they’ve been left for dead.

Can’t you hear their ghosts now cryin’ for mercy? 

You know you gotta do what the good man said.

And make some good, good trouble.  Good, good trouble. 

Gotta get to work on these troubled times.  

Gotta get right down to the wreck and the rubble.

Gotta put my body right on the line, for some good, good trouble.