If the end be a cominı
I soon be a bumminı
All you Jesus freaks I hope youıre wrong
Iıve got so much left to live for
All these religions without Godıs supervision
All you Jesus freaks you kill yourselves
All in the name of the Lord
Youıre gonna meet your maker
Soon he be cominı to town
You tear the horse a cominı
Mercy on your soul when youıre found
Been out ridinı
Ridinı a horse called war
Ainıt no denyinı
You canıt bury a horse called war
All of this hatinı
Just social masturbation
All you Jesus freaks we need you now
What the hell are you waiting for
Through all the pollution
Ainıt seen no solution
For you Jesus freaks that ride the horse called war
Youıre gonna meet your maker
Soon he be cominı to town
You hear the horse a cominı
Mercy on your soul when youıre found
Been out ridinı
Ridinı a horse called war
Ainıt no denyinı
You canıt bury a horse called war
Everyoneıs talkinı
But nobodyıs walkinı
We keep feedinı
It keeps eatinı
Weıll be down, down, down on the killinı floor
Youıre gonna meet your maker
Soon he be cominı to town
You hear the horse a cominı
Mercy on your soul when youıre found
Been out ridinı
Ridinı a horse called war
Ainıt no denyinı
You canıt bury a horse called war
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