Son Of A Gun（Live At The Marquee）-Bruce Dickinson

　　　 Artist：bruce dickinson Songs Title：son of a gun 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