Trouble needs a home, girls
Trouble needs a home
She fell out with Satan,
Now she's on [bad word] 
But I have found her quite straightforward
In her contracts and her deals
She wants 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
covert abode
From Tucson to Ohio
Back through Tobacco Row
And she is armed and will fight for the selves of girls around the world
Standing up to Satan, dancing on Saint Michael's sword
I'm on her side, this [bad word] 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