Horse Called War

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 There ain't but 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 Oh, been out ridin' Ridin' a horse called war, oh yeah No denyin' You can't bury a horse called war, that's right son 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, yeah yeah 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 Oh been out ridin' Ridin' a horse called war, oh No denyin' You can't bury a horse called war, can't bury, that's right 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, Lord on your soul when you're found Oh been out ridin' Ridin' a horse called war No, no denyin' You can't bury a horse called war Oh been out ridin' Ridin' a horse called war No, no denyin' You can't bury child, yeah I swear He comin', he comin', yeah yeah --- Horse Called War - Black Label Society