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. .