Bruce Dickinson - Son Of A Gun (live) 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 Oh in a bloodred sunrise He's preaching conversion, as you lay down and die (Die, die, die) Just a God given holy roller In a God forsaken land He didn't choose this k**ing ground He didn't want this scrap of land He's gonna scorch the earth, yeah And make the rivers run dry Until we learn to hate like him Oh k** for k**ing, 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 k**ing 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 You're in love with d**h babe, you've 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, yeah 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 Ooh in a blood red sunrise Take me to Jesus, with Judas my guide 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, yeah Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah Ride on, ride to history 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 into history