Lyrics
Stay gone, are you a heavenly host?
Don't come around, casting off old dogs and all their ghosts
Trouble coming for me
Trouble coming for me
Trouble coming for me
Take up your sage as a broom
Casting off the countenance of death in all its gloom
Trouble coming for me
Trouble coming for me
Trouble coming for me
Come all you Christians and lay down your blood
Feeling poor old backs to break, no love here to find, no
Trouble coming for me
Trouble coming for me
Trouble coming for me