If the end be a cominNo
I soon be a bumminNo
All you Jesus freaks I hope youNore wrong
INove got so much left to live for
All these religions without GodNos supervision
All you Jesus freaks you kill yourselves
All in the name of the Lord
YouNore gonna meet your maker
Soon he be cominNo to town
You tear the horse a cominNo
Mercy on your soul when youNore found
Been out ridinNo
RidinNo a horse called war
AinNot no denyinNo
You canNot bury a horse called war
All of this hatinNo
Just social masturbation
All you Jesus freaks we need you now
What the hell are you waiting for
Through all the pollution
AinNot seen no solution
For you Jesus freaks that ride the horse called war
YouNore gonna meet your maker
Soon he be cominNo to town
You hear the horse a cominNo
Mercy on your soul when youNore found
Been out ridinNo
RidinNo a horse called war
AinNot no denyinNo
You canNot bury a horse called war
EveryoneNos talkinNo
But nobodyNos walkinNo
We keep feedinNo
It keeps eatinNo
WeNoll be down, down, down on the killinNo floor
YouNore gonna meet your maker
Soon he be cominNo to town
You hear the horse a cominNo
Mercy on your soul when youNore found
Been out ridinNo
RidinNo a horse called war
AinNot no denyinNo
You canNot bury a horse called war