Paroles

If the end be a comin', I soon be a bummin' All you Jesus freaks I hope you're wrong I've got so much left to live for All these religions without God's supervision All you Jesus freaks you kill yourselves All in the name of the Lord You're gonna meet your maker Soon he be comin' to town You tear the horse a comin' Mercy on your soul when you're found Oh, been out ridin' Ridin' a horse called war Oh yeah, no denyin' You can't bury a horse called war All of this hatin', just social masturbation All you Jesus freaks we need you now What the hell are you waiting for? Through all the pollution, ain't seen no solution For you Jesus freaks that ride the horse The called war, yeah You're gonna meet your maker Soon he be comin' to town You hear the horse a comin' Mercy on your soul when you're found Oh, been out ridin' Ridin' a horse called war Oh, no denyin' You can't bury a horse called war Everyone's talkin' but nobody's walkin' We keep feedin', it keeps eatin' We'll be down, down, down on the killin' floor You're gonna meet your maker Soon he be comin' to town You hear the horse a comin' Mercy, oh, on your soul when you're found Oh, been out ridin' Ridin' a horse called war No, no denyin' You can't bury a horse called war Oh, been out ridin' Ridin' a horse called war No denyin' You can't bury
Writer(s): Zakk Wylde Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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