If the end be a comin¹

I soon be a bummin¹

All you Jesus freaks I hope you¹re wrong

I¹ve got so much left to live for

All these religions without God¹s supervision

All you Jesus freaks you kill yourselves

All in the name of the Lord



You¹re gonna meet your maker

Soon he be comin¹ to town

You tear the horse a comin¹

Mercy on your soul when you¹re found



Been out ridin¹

Ridin¹ a horse called war

Ain¹t no denyin¹

You can¹t bury a horse called war



All of this hatin¹

Just social masturbation

All you Jesus freaks we need you now

What the hell are you waiting for

Through all the pollution

Ain¹t seen no solution

For you Jesus freaks that ride the horse called war



You¹re gonna meet your maker

Soon he be comin¹ to town

You hear the horse a comin¹

Mercy on your soul when you¹re found



Been out ridin¹

Ridin¹ a horse called war

Ain¹t no denyin¹

You can¹t bury a horse called war



Everyone¹s talkin¹

But nobody¹s walkin¹

We keep feedin¹

It keeps eatin¹

We¹ll be down, down, down on the killin¹ floor



You¹re gonna meet your maker

Soon he be comin¹ to town

You hear the horse a comin¹

Mercy on your soul when you¹re found



Been out ridin¹

Ridin¹ a horse called war

Ain¹t no denyin¹

You can¹t bury a horse called war