[Intro]
Van Morrison. Here you go. Van Morrison. 

[Verse 1]
Oh, the mud-splattered victims
Have to pray all along the ancient highway
Torn between half-truth and victimisation
Fighting back with counter attacks

[Chorus]
It's when that rough God goes riding
When the rough God goes gliding
There'll be nobody hiding
When that rough God comes riding on in

[Verse 2]
I was flabbergasted by the headlines
People in glass houses throwing stones
Oh, gaping wounds that will never heal
Now they're moaning like a dog in a manger (Ow ow ow ow ow ow-ooh)

[Chorus]
When that rough God goes riding (Clipety-clop, clipety)
When that rough God goes gliding (Clipety-clop, clipety-clop)
There'll be nobody hiding
When the rough God comes riding on in
Riding on in, riding on in (Riding on in)
[Saxophone Duet]

[Verse 3]
And it's a matter of survival
When you're born with your back against the wall
Won't somebody hand me my Bible?
Won't you give me that toll-free number to call?

[Chorus]
When that rough God goes riding
When that rough God goes gliding
There'll be nobody hiding
When that rough God goes riding on in
Riding on in (Riding on in)
Just like no more heroes
They'll be reduced to zero
When that rough God goes riding
Riding on in, riding on in
Riding on in, riding on in

[Outro]
Riding on in (Just like Jesse James)
Riding on in (Just like Billy the Kid)
Riding on in (Just like Wild Bill)
Riding on in
Riding on in
Riding on in
Riding on in (Just like Jesse James)
Riding on in (Just like Billy the Kid)
Riding on in
Riding on in
Riding on—
Amen