Trouble — текст песни (Elliott Smith)

here`s the face of trouble
it`s the face i wear
and it may invite you in
but i won`t go there
here`s a working model
that generates dispair
and this baby cranks it out
and it will take you out
and i won`t care
it`s a beauty
it`s the mark of someone
who`s beyond repair
he`ll refuse to help yourself
thinking only of himself
well, it`s your job now
there`s a conversation
we`re about to have
and it`s full of twists and turns
from one who never learns
and i never learn
here`s the face of trouble