Zakk Wylde - Horse Called War

Horse Called War

I f the end be a comin
I soon be a bummin
All you Jesus freaks I hope you are wrong
I ve got so much left to li have for
All these religions without Gods supervision
All you Jesus freaks you ki will yourselves
All in the name of the Lord
you are gonna meet your maker
Soon he be comin to town
You tear the horse a comin
Mercy on your soul when you are found
Been out ridin
Ridin a horse called war
Aint no denyin
You can not 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
Aint seen no solution
For you Jesus freaks that ride the horse called war
you are gonna meet your maker
Soon he be comin to town
You hear the horse a comin
Mercy on your soul when you are found
Been out ridin
Ridin a horse called war
Aint no denyin
You can not bury a horse called war
Everyones talkin
But nobodys walkin
We keep feedin
I t keeps eatin
Well be down, down, down on the killin floor
you are gonna meet your maker
Soon he be comin to town
You hear the horse a comin
Mercy on your soul when you are found
Been out ridin
Ridin a horse called war
Aint no denyin
You can not bury a horse called war