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
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 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
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 (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!
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 (Instrumental)