[Verse 1]
Oh, the mud-splattered victims
Have to pray out all along the ancient highway
Torn between half-truth and victimisation
Fighting back with counter attacks
[Chorus]
It's when that rough God goes riding
When the rough God goes gliding
And then rough God goes riding
Riding on in
[Verse 2]
I was flabbergasted by the headlines
People in glass houses throwing stones
Gaping wounds that will never heal
Now they're moaning like a dog in a manger
[Chorus]
'Cause when that rough God goes riding
And then rough God goes gliding
There'll be nobody hiding
When that rough God comes riding on in
[Verse 3]
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?
Oh, the mud-splattered victims
Have to pray out all along the ancient highway
Torn between half-truth and victimisation
Fighting back with counter attacks
[Chorus]
It's when that rough God goes riding
When the rough God goes gliding
And then rough God goes riding
Riding on in
[Verse 2]
I was flabbergasted by the headlines
People in glass houses throwing stones
Gaping wounds that will never heal
Now they're moaning like a dog in a manger
[Chorus]
'Cause when that rough God goes riding
And then rough God goes gliding
There'll be nobody hiding
When that rough God comes riding on in
[Verse 3]
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?
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