Horse Called War - Black Label Society

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 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

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