Trouble on the rise

Cast out by the devil
I've got fire in my bones
Burdened with a black heart
And cursed to roam
I feel 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'll laugh at the sound
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I'll come out of the valley with that shadow's last breath

When saint pete comes to call
There'll be no fear in my eyes
Let the reaper come find me
There'll be trouble on the rise

I was born in a crack in the earth
Raised by the lightning
And baptized by the dirt
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I'll come out of the valley with that shadow's last breath

There'll be trouble on the rise