| 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 |
| It’s when that rough god goes riding |
| When the rough god goes gliding |
| And then rough god goes riding |
| 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 |
| When that rough god comes riding on in And it’s a matter of survival |
| When you’re born with your back against the wall |
| Won’t somebody hand me a bible |
| Won’t you give me that number to call |
| When that rough god goed riding |
| And then that rough god goes gliding |
| They’ll be nobody hiding |
| When that rough god goes riding on in Riding on in When that rough god goed 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 to zero |
| When that rough god goes riding |
| Riding on in Riding on in Riding on in Riding on in |