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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 tear the horse a comin'
Mercy on your soul when you're found
Oh, been out ridin'
Ridin' a horse called war
Oh yeah, 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
The called war, yeah
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
Oh, been out ridin'
Ridin' a horse called war
Oh, 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, oh, on your soul when you're found
Oh, been out ridin'
Ridin' a horse called war
No, no denyin'
You can't bury a horse called war
Oh, been out ridin'
Ridin' a horse called war
No denyin'
You can't bury
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