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)