SON OF A GUN
Album : Tattooed Millionaire
Bruce Dickinson - 1990


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 

Oooh, in a blood-red sunrise 
He's preaching conversion as you lay down and 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, yeah; 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, man, 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 

Oooh, in a blood-red sunrise 
Take me to Jesus - with Judas my guide 

(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah; no) 
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 

(oh, yeah) 
Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah 
Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah 
Ride on, ride into history, yeah 

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 it into history