Horse Called War

Black Label Society

Composição de: Zakk Wylde
If the end be a comin' 
I soon be a bummin' 
All you Jesus freaks I hope you're wrong 
I've got so much left to live for 
All these religions without God's supervision 
All you Jesus freaks you kill yourselves 
All in the name of the Lord 

You're gonna meet your maker 
Soon he be comin' to town 
You tear the horse a comin' 
Mercy on your soul when you're found 

Been out ridin' 
Ridin' a horse called war 
Ain't no denyin' 
You can't bury a horse called war 

All of this hatin' 
Just social masturbation 
All you Jesus freaks we need you now 
What the hell are you waiting for 
Through all the pollution 
Ain't seen no solution 
For you Jesus freaks that ride the horse called war 

You're gonna meet your maker 
Soon he be comin' to town 
You hear the horse a comin' 
Mercy on your soul when you're found 

Been out ridin' 
Ridin' a horse called war 
Ain't no denyin' 
You can't bury a horse called war 

Everyone's talkin' 
But nobody's walkin' 
We keep feedin' 
It keeps eatin' 
We'll be down, down, down on the killin' floor 

You're gonna meet your maker 
Soon he be comin' to town 
You hear the horse a comin' 
Mercy on your soul when you're found 


Been out ridin' 
Ridin' a horse called war 
Ain't no denyin' 
You can't bury a horse called war
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