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
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!
