In 1605 he recoiled against the State Packed explosives underground Companions played out their roles like some game of chess Make diplomacy unsound The grails man desires he destroys through the greed In his head The protestan King may go down Trouble Maker was bred. Friends, trouble may rise and trouble may ebb Of makers and weavers of lies, carefully tread Trouble may rise, and trouble may ebb Step back and envisage the whole game. The shipwrecked East End economic underclass knew Of his modus operandi His trusting and cutting weapons put scars on faces So they'd stand out in a crowd Whores talked too much for him Trade in desires he wanted dead This horse needs a cage not a stall, Trouble Maker was bred Friends, trouble may rise and trouble may ebb Amongst makers and weavers of lies we tread Trouble may rise, and trouble may eb Step back, envisage the whole game There's ways out. We've seen them We've heard those whispers spoken of corners inside This maze where Trouble Makers wills lay broken Friends, trouble may rise and trouble may ebb Amongst makers and weavers of lies we tread Trouble may rise, and trouble may eb Step back, envisage the whole game