Trouble in the Home

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.