Rough God Goes Riding - Van Morrison

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

It’s when that rough god goes riding

When the rough god goes gliding

And then rough god goes riding

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

When that rough god comes riding on in 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

When that rough god goed riding

And then that rough god goes gliding

They’ll be nobody hiding

When that rough god goes riding on in Riding on in When that rough god goed 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 to zero

When that rough god goes riding

Riding on in Riding on in Riding on in Riding on in