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 Is riding on in I was flabbergasted by the headlines People in glasshouses throwing stone 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 Rough God goes gliding There will 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 will be nobody hiding When that rough God Goes riding on in Riding on in (riding on in) When that Rough God goes riding When that Rough God goes gliding There will be Nobody hiding When that rough God goes riding on in Riding on in There will be No more heroes (no more heroes) They will be Reduced to zero (reduced to zero) When that rough God goes riding Riding on in, riding on in Riding on in Riding on in (Riding on in) (Riding on in) (Riding on in) (Riding on in) (Riding on in) (Riding on in)