Son Of A Gun lyrics

Song information

Artist: Bruce Dickinson
Album: Tattooed Millionaire

Lyrics

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
Ohh in a blood red sunrise
He's preaching conversion as you lay down and die

Just a god given holy roller
In a god forsaken land
He didn't choose this killing ground
He didn't want this scrap of land
You've got to scorch the earth, yeah
And make the rivers run dry
Untill we learn to hate like him
Kill for killin'. live to die

[Chorus:]

Ride on you son of a gun. ride on. ride into the setting sun

You've gotta be a hero, for one last time
To prove through your destruction
That killing is a great way of life
There's a wooden cross somewhere
Where they'll bury you down deep
You lie to your people, you lie to yourself
Your in love with death babe
You've got no shame

[Chorus]

The preacher laughed. the preacher cried
He loaded bullets as he smiled
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
Oh in a blood red sunrise
Take me to jesus, with judas my guide

[Chorus]

Ride on your bleeding heart
Ride on you play no part
Ride on you feel no pity
Ride on you feel no pain
Ride into history

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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