Well, trouble's what they told me since the day I was born.
Evil's what they stamped upon my hospital forms.
I tried to choke my mom with my umbilical cord.
The doctor was too busy amputating my horns.
So the devil and the Lord both keep waging a war,
Pulling me in opposite directions – I'm torn.
A change of course, a deadly force, a terrible storm,
Kicking down the devil's door to settle the score.