Trouble's Lament - Tori Amos

Trouble needs a home, girls

Trouble needs a home

She fell out with Satan

Now she’s on the run

But I have found her quite straightforward

In her contracts and her deals

She warns me when danger is

Loose behind his wheels

And he is loose behind his wheels

Don’t cry, baby

Trouble got evicted

From the Devil’s lair

I wager she got betrayed

By her friend Despair

Now the flames from Satan’s tongue are charged

And licking at her heels

She whispers «Hey Ginger, Danger’s

Loose behind his wheels»

And Satan knows how Danger makes you feel

What will be will be, baby

You don’t, you don’t need to cry

There are no tears in my eyes

If Danger wants to find me

I’ll let him in, he can find me

Trouble needs a home girls

A covert abode

From Tucson to Ohio

Back through Tobacco road

And she is armed and will fight for the souls

Of girls around the world

Standing up to Satan

Dancing on St. Michael‘s sword

I’m on her side, in this brutal war

Don’t cry, baby

You don’t, you don’t need to cry

There are no tears in my eyes

If Danger wants to find me

I’ll let him in, he can find me

Trouble needs a home, girls

Trouble needs a home

Trouble needs a home, girls

Will you give her one?

Trouble needs a home

Trouble needs a home