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.
Ohh in a blood red sunrise.
He's preaching conversion as you lay down and 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.
to scorch the earth, yeah.
and make the rivers run dry.
Untill we learn to hate like him.
Kill for killin'. Live to
Ride on you son of a gun. Ride on. Ride into the setting sun.
You've gotta be a hero, for one last
To prove through your destruction.
That killing is a great way of life.
There's a wooden cross somewhere.
bury you down deep.
You lie to your people, You lie to yourself.
Your in love with death babe.
You've got no
The preacher laughed. The preacher cried.
He loaded bullets as he smiled.
Congregation sat and
Would they live or would they die.
Just an ordinary man, with his orders and his plans.
In the shadows of a
Oh in a blood red sunrise.
Take me to jesus, with judas my guide.
Ride on your bleeding heart.
on you play no part.
Ride on you feel no pity.
Ride on you feel no pain.
Ride into history.