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Son Of A Gun

This song is by Bruce Dickinson and appears on the album Tattooed Millionaire [Expanded Edition] (1990).

Holy was the preacher
Riding on his rig of steel in the rising sun
This was no grim reaper, but a man with a
Smile who took a pride in a job well done
Oh in a bloodred sunrise
He's preaching conversion, as you lay down and die
(Die, die, die)

Just a God given holy roller
In a God forsaken land
He didn't choose this killing ground
He didn't want this scrap of land
He's gonna scorch the earth, yeah
And make the rivers run dry
Until we learn to hate like him
Oh kill for killing, live to die

Ride on you son of a gun
Ride on
Ride into the setting sun
Ride on you son of a gun, yeah

Ride on you son of a gun
Ride on
Ride into the setting sun
Ride on you son of a gun

You gotta be a hero
For one last time
To prove through your destruction
Killing is a great way of life
There's a wooden cross somewhere
Where they'll bury you down deep
You lie to your people, you lie to yourself
You're in love with death babe, you've got no shame

Ride on you son of a gun
Ride on
Ride into the setting sun
Ride on you son of a gun, yeah

Ride on you son of a gun
Ride on
Ride into the setting sun
Ride on you son of a gun, yeah

The preacher laughed, the preacher cried
He loaded bullets as he smiled
The congregation sat and wondered
Would they live or would they die?
Just an ordinary man
With his orders and his plans
In the shadows of a cross
Ooh in a blood red sunrise
Take me to Jesus, with Judas my guide

Ride on you son of a gun
Ride on
Ride into the setting sun
Ride on you son of a gun, yeah

Ride on you son of a gun
Ride on
Ride into the setting sun
Ride on you son of a gun, yeah

Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah
Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah
Ride on, ride to history

Ride on, ride on, you bleeding heart
Ride on, ride on, you played no part
Ride on, you feel no pity
Ride on, you feel no pain

Ride into history

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