Lyrics:

We used to be all lovey dovey
We used to breathe as one
But now we're all pushy shovey
We stare at each other like two loaded guns

Trouble in the home
Trouble in the home
The dog don't get his bone
When there's trouble in the home

You and me we swore we'd never
Fool around no more
Now the feeling's strong as ever
But it ain't the same feeling that we felt before

Trouble in the home
Trouble in the home
The dog don't get his bone
When there's trouble...

The phone rings and there's just breathing
Then a voice says, listen, man
When you come home this evening
You'll walk in the front door, hear the back door slam

Trouble in the home
Trouble in the home
The dog don't get his bone
When there's trouble...
Trouble in the home
Trouble in the home

Trouble
Trouble
Trouble
In my home