Bruce Dickinson - Son Of A Gun lyrics

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 killing 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 kill for killing, 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

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 death, 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

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

Oh in a bloodred 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, 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 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