Zakk Wylde - Horse Called War

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
There ain't but

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 ridinRidin' a horse called war, oh yeah
No denyinYou can't bury a horse called war, that's right son

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 called war, yeah 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 ridinRidin' a horse called war, oh
No denyinYou can't bury a horse called war, can't bury, that's right

Everyone's talkin' but nobody's walkinWe keep feedin',
It keeps eatinWe'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, Lord on your soul when you're found
Oh been out ridinRidin' a horse called war
No, no denyinYou can't bury a horse called war

Oh been out ridinRidin' a horse called war
No, no denyinYou can't bury child, yeah I swear
He comin', he comin', yeah yeah