Son of a Gun

Holy was the preacher Riding on his rig of steel in the rising sun This was no grim reaper But a man with a smile who took a pride in a job well done Oooh, in a blood-red sunrise Hes preaching conversion as you lay down and die (die) Just a god-given holy roller In a god-forsaken land He didnt choose this killing ground He didnt want this scrap of land Hes gonna scorch the earth (yeah) And make the rivers run dry Until we learn to hate like him Oh, kill for killing, yeah; live to die Ride on, you son of a gun Ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on, you son of a gun (yeah) Ride on, you son of a gun Ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on, you son of a gun You gotta be a hero For one last time To prove through your destruction Killing is a great way of life Theres a wooden cross somewhere Where theyll bury you down deep You lie to your people - you lie to yourself Youre in love with death, man, youve got no shame Ride on, you son of a gun Ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on, you son of a gun (yeah) Ride on, you son of a gun Ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on, you son of a gun The preacher laughed - the preacher cried He loaded bullets as he smiled The congregation sat and wondered Would they live, or would they die? Just an ordinary man With his orders and his plans In the shadows of a cross Oooh, in a blood-red sunrise Take me to jesus - with judas my guide (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah; no) Ride on, you son of a gun Ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on, you son of a gun (yeah) Ride on, you son of a gun Ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on, you son of a gun (oh, yeah) Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah Ride on, ride into history, yeah Ride on, ride on, you bleeding heart Ride on, ride on, you played no part Ride on, you feel no pity Ride on, you feel no pain Ride it into history