Some Trouble

Well it's floodin' down in Dixie
Drought out in the West
Hurricane in the ol' Northeast
Fire on the old Amer'(?)
You might try to fly away
You might try to run
We've all got hell to pay
Pay for what's been done

Some trouble
Some trouble, hmm
Some trouble
Some trouble's bound to come
Some trouble's bound to come

Like a drunkard with his whiskey
A tweaker with his meth
A junkie with his silver spoon
We must love our death
It won't come with a whisper
Won't come with a sneeze
It'll come with a stream of flame
Rising by the graves

Some trouble
Some trouble, ooh
Some trouble
Some trouble's bound to come
Some trouble's bound to come

Some trouble
Some trouble, ooh
Some trouble
Some trouble's bound to come
Some trouble's bound to come



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Stephens
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