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From: Robert Sin
BbOh the mud splattFered vicEbtims BbHave to pay out allF along the ancient Ebhighway BbTorn between half trFuth and victimisatiEbon BbFighting back with Fcounter attackEbs
BbIt's when that rough Fgod goes riding Eb BbWhen the rough godF goes gliding Eb BbAnd then rough goFd goes ridingEb BbRiding on in F Eb
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