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 all got hell to pay, pay for what's undone. Some trouble Some trouble, ooh Some trouble Some trouble's bound to come Some trouble's bound to come Like a drunkard with his whiskey, A tinker(?) with his men A junkie with his _____(?) 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