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

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
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
Whеn that rough god comes riding on in

Well it’s a matter of survival
Whеn 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
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

There'll be no more heroes
They'll be reduced down to zero
When that rough god goes riding
Riding on in, riding on in...