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)
