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
Its 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 theyre moaning like a dog in a manger
Its when that rough God goes riding And then the rough God goes gliding Therell be nobody hiding When that rough God comes riding on in
And its a matter of survival When youre born with your back against the wall Wont somebody hand me a Bible? Wont you give me that number to call?
When that rough God goes riding And then that rough God goes gliding Theyll 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 Therell be nobody hiding When that rough God goes riding on in Riding on in
Therell be no more heroes Theyll be reduced to zero When that rough God goes riding Riding on in, riding on in Riding on in, riding on in