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, 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      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   Oh in a bloodred 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, yeah   Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun   Ride on you son of a gun, oh 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