Van Morrison — Rough God Goes Riding 2015

Oh the mud splattered victims Have to pay out all along the ancient highway Torn between half truth and victimisation Fighting back with counter attacks When that rough god goes riding When the rough god goes gliding There'll be nobody hiding When that rough god comes riding on in Riding on in 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 Whеn that rough god comes riding on in Well it’s a matter of survival Whеn you're born with your back against the wall Won't somebody hand me my bible Won't you give me that toll free number to call When that rough god goes 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 down to zero When that rough god goes riding Riding on in, riding on in...