Cast out by the devil, I've got fire in my bones, Burdened with a black heart, And cursed to roam. I feel the sunshine, It's cold on my face, Forbidden fruit on my tongue, is sweet to the taste.
You can try and kill me, Try and gun me down. Shoot your pistol at me, I'll laugh at the sound. As I walk through the Valley of The Shadow of Death, I'll come out of the Valley with that Shadow's last breath.
Chorus: When Saint Pete comes to call, There'll be no fear in my eyes. Let The Reaper come find me, There'll be trouble on the rise.
I was born in a crack in the earth, Raised by the lightning, And baptized by the dirt. As I walk through the Valley of The Shadow of Death, I'll come out of the Valley with that Shadow's last breath.