Lyrics

Mama, there’s trouble​
There’s trouble for sure
I can read it in the backs ​
And the eyes of the poor​
Bent ‘neath the weight​
Of defeat and of shame
They’re looking around​
For someone to blame ​

Father, there’s trouble
From without pouring in
If we are to believe words
Of wealthier men
In gilded homes behind gates
These cowering sages
the only wisdom they offer
is to build ‘em more cages

It’s fear they’re plying​​
But I’m not buying​​

Mama, there’s trouble​
There’s trouble tonight
We can’t see over​​
our fear to what’s right
When we’re taken for judgment​
At the last trumpet’s call
All we’ve left behind ​​
Will be orphans and walls​

Sister, there’s trouble​ ​
There’s trouble for sure
The saints traded the gospel​
For whispers of war​​
They’ve painted their faces
In the old covenant
Proclaimed taking up arms
As their new sacrament

Brother, there’s trouble​
From the past come to call
Now you’re shaking and shouting
With no secrets at all
The old boys’ll make sure
You’re not judged for your sins
I know boys will be boys, but
Where are all the men?

You wield law with passion​
But Love needs no ration​

Mama, there’s trouble​
There’s trouble tonight
We can’t see over​​
our fear to what’s right
Will He take us for judgment​
At the last trumpet’s call
Will He leave us outside ​
Those heavenly walls​​