Intro: High on the mountain stands a boat, but are they gods or real folk? We can't see the fire but we smell the smoke, who'll take the plough? Who'll be the yoke? Night after night I don't believe, we are the ones you won't deceive. Not a thing will you achieve, 'cos we belong and we won't leave. Trouble, trouble, I try to chase trouble but it's chasing me. Trouble, trouble, trouble with a capital T. Instrumental: