Trouble On the Rise

Cast out by the devil

I got fire in my bones

Burdened with a black heart

And cursed to roam

Life in the sunshine

It's cold on my face

Forbidden fruit on my tongue

Is sweet to the taste

You can try and kill me

Try and gun me down

Shoot your pistol at me

I laugh at the sound

And as I walk through the valley

Of the shadow of death

I'll come out of the valley

With that shadows last breath

And when Saint Pete comes to call

There'll be no fear in my eyes

Let the reaper confine me

There'll be trouble on the rise

Well I was born

In a crack in the Earth

Raised by the lightning

Baptised in the dirt

And as I walk through the valley

Of the shadow of death

I'll come out of the valley

With that shadows last breath

And when Saint Pete comes to call

There'll be no fear in my eyes

Let the reaper confine me

There'll be trouble on the rise

There'll be trouble on the rise

(Guitar)

There'll be trouble on the rise

There'll be trouble on the rise

There'll be trouble on the rise

There'll be trouble on the rise!

(Instrumental)