Son Of A Gun Lyrics - Alive In Studio A - Bruce Dickinson

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, yeah 

In a blood-red sunrise 

He's preaching conversion as you lay down and die 

Die, die 

God given holy roller 

In a God forsaken land 

He didn't choose this killing ground 

He didn't want this part of land 

He's gonna scorch the earth 

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, yeah 

For one last time 

To prove through your destruction 

Killing is a great way of life 

We gonna scorch the earth, yeah 

And make the rivers run dry 

Until we learn to hate like him 

You kill for killing, you 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 

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 blood-red sunrise 

Take me to Jesus, with Judas my guide 

Yeah, yeah, 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 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, yeah 

Ride on, ride on, your bleeding heart 

Ride on, ride on, you played no part 

Ride on, you feel no pity 

Ride on, you feel no pain 

Ride on in to history