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
Riding on in

I was flabbergasted by the headlines
People in glasshouses throwing stones
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 the rough god goes gliding
There´ll 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 goed riding
And then that rough god goes gliding
They´ll 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
There´ll be nobody hiding
When that rough god goes riding on in
Riding on in

There´ll be no more heroes
They´ll be reduced to zero
When that rough god goes riding
Riding on in
Riding on in
Riding on in