Versuri 01. Rough God Goes Riding

Oh, the mud splattered victims 
Have to pay out all along the ancient highway 
Torn between half-truth and victimisation 
Fighting back with counter attacks 
 
It?s when that rough God goes riding 
When the rough God goes gliding 
And then rough God goes riding 
Riding on in 
 
I was flabbergasted by the headlines 
People in glasshouses throwing stones 
Gaping wounds that will never heal 
Now they?re moaning like a dog in a manger 
 
It?s when that rough God goes riding 
And then the rough God goes gliding 
There?ll be nobody hiding 
When that rough God comes riding on in 
 
And it?s a matter of survival 
When you?re born with your back against the wall 
Won?t somebody hand me a Bible? 
Won?t you give me that number to call? 
 
When that rough God goes riding 
And then that rough God goes gliding 
They?ll be nobody hiding 
When that rough God goes riding on in 
Riding on in 
 
When that rough God goed riding 
When that rough God goes gliding 
There?ll be nobody hiding 
When that rough God goes riding on in 
Riding on in 
 
There?ll be no more heroes 
They?ll be reduced to zero 
When that rough God goes riding 
Riding on in, riding on in 
Riding on in, riding on in