Letra de Son Of A Gun (Live) - 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
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
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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