Song | Rough God Goes Riding |
Artist | Van Morrison |
Album | The Healing Game |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Morrison | |
Oh the mud splattered victims | |
Have to pay out all along the ancient highway | |
Torn between half truth and victimisation | |
Fighting back with counter attacks | |
It's when that rough god goes riding | |
When the rough god goes gliding | |
And then rough god goes riding | |
Riding on in | |
I was flabbergasted by the headlines | |
People in glasshouses throwing stones | |
Gaping wounds that will never heal | |
Now they're moaning like a dog in a manger | |
It's when that rough god goes riding | |
And then the rough god goes gliding | |
There'll be nobody hiding | |
When that rough god comes riding on in | |
And it's a matter of survival | |
When you're born with your back against the wall | |
Won't somebody hand me a bible | |
Won't you give me that number to call | |
When that rough god goed riding | |
And then that rough god goes gliding | |
They'll be nobody hiding | |
When that rough god goes riding on in | |
Riding on in | |
When that rough god goed riding | |
When that rough god goes gliding | |
There'll be nobody hiding | |
When that rough god goes riding on in | |
Riding on in | |
There'll be no more heroes | |
They'll be reduced to zero | |
When that rough god goes riding | |
Riding on in | |
Riding on in | |
Riding on in | |
Riding on in |
zuo ci : Morrison | |
Oh the mud splattered victims | |
Have to pay out all along the ancient highway | |
Torn between half truth and victimisation | |
Fighting back with counter attacks | |
It' s when that rough god goes riding | |
When the rough god goes gliding | |
And then rough god goes riding | |
Riding on in | |
I was flabbergasted by the headlines | |
People in glasshouses throwing stones | |
Gaping wounds that will never heal | |
Now they' re moaning like a dog in a manger | |
It' s when that rough god goes riding | |
And then the rough god goes gliding | |
There' ll be nobody hiding | |
When that rough god comes riding on in | |
And it' s a matter of survival | |
When you' re born with your back against the wall | |
Won' t somebody hand me a bible | |
Won' t you give me that number to call | |
When that rough god goed riding | |
And then that rough god goes gliding | |
They' ll be nobody hiding | |
When that rough god goes riding on in | |
Riding on in | |
When that rough god goed riding | |
When that rough god goes gliding | |
There' ll be nobody hiding | |
When that rough god goes riding on in | |
Riding on in | |
There' ll be no more heroes | |
They' ll be reduced to zero | |
When that rough god goes riding | |
Riding on in | |
Riding on in | |
Riding on in | |
Riding on in |
zuò cí : Morrison | |
Oh the mud splattered victims | |
Have to pay out all along the ancient highway | |
Torn between half truth and victimisation | |
Fighting back with counter attacks | |
It' s when that rough god goes riding | |
When the rough god goes gliding | |
And then rough god goes riding | |
Riding on in | |
I was flabbergasted by the headlines | |
People in glasshouses throwing stones | |
Gaping wounds that will never heal | |
Now they' re moaning like a dog in a manger | |
It' s when that rough god goes riding | |
And then the rough god goes gliding | |
There' ll be nobody hiding | |
When that rough god comes riding on in | |
And it' s a matter of survival | |
When you' re born with your back against the wall | |
Won' t somebody hand me a bible | |
Won' t you give me that number to call | |
When that rough god goed riding | |
And then that rough god goes gliding | |
They' ll be nobody hiding | |
When that rough god goes riding on in | |
Riding on in | |
When that rough god goed riding | |
When that rough god goes gliding | |
There' ll be nobody hiding | |
When that rough god goes riding on in | |
Riding on in | |
There' ll be no more heroes | |
They' ll be reduced to zero | |
When that rough god goes riding | |
Riding on in | |
Riding on in | |
Riding on in | |
Riding on in |