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PRIDE & GLORY LYRICS
"Horse Called War" (1994 Single)
1. Horse Called War
2. Shine On
3. Toe'n the Line
4. Hate Your Guts
1. 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
You're gonna meet your maker
Soon he be comin' to town
You tear the horse a comin'
Mercy on your soul when you're found
Been out ridin'
Ridin' a horse called war
Ain't no denyin'
You can't 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
Ain't seen no solution
For you Jesus freaks that ride the horse called war
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
Been out ridin'
Ridin' a horse called war
Ain't no denyin'
You can't bury a horse called war
Everyone's talkin'
But nobody's walkin'
We keep feedin'
It keeps eatin'
We'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 on your soul when you're found
Been out ridin'
Ridin' a horse called war
Ain't no denyin'
You can't bury a horse called war
2. Shine On
Take, take a little time
Son you can run
But there ain't nowhere you gonna hide
Now you done takin' all I done had
Paybacks be a comin'
So ya best start sayin' your prayers
Shine on
So I can find my way on back to you
Shine on
So I can shine my lovin' light on you
Ain't never comin' back
A better set of hands is where she be at
Don't go thinkin' you ain't done nothin' wrong
I'm the judge
I'm the jury
I'm gonna put your ass where you belong
[Chorus:]
Shine on
So I can find my way on back to you
Shine on
So I can shine my lovin' light on you
Take, take a little time
Son you can run
But there ain't nowhere you gonna hide
Now you done takin' all I done had
Paybacks be a comin'
So ya best start sayin' your prayers
[Chorus]
Ain't never comin' back
A better set of hands is where she be at
Don't go thinkin' you ain't done nothin' wrong
I'm the judge
I'm the jury
I'm gonna put your ass where you belong
[Chorus]
3. Toe'n the Line
Hey, hey, won't you get yourself out my way
Yeh, yeh, I'm living life like it's my last day
It's got me comin'
It's got me going
Which way I just don't know
Lord, oh Lord, I thank you and I love you so
It's my obsession
It's a truckload of aggression
Come lookin' for a friend
I ask a question
You start messin' around with my head once again
I'm just toe'n the line
Mama don't you worry none
We're just toe'n the line
Yeh, yeh, it's a rush running through my veins
Yeh, yeah I'm gonna drive the wife insane
It's got me comin'
It's got me going
Which way I just don't know
Lord, oh Lord, I love you and I thank you so
It's my obsession
It's a truckload of aggression
Come lookin' for a friend
I ask a question
You start messin' around with my head once again
I'm just toe'n the line
A fist for your head
A fist for my cure
I'm tired of feeling weak
I'm tired of feeling small
I't gonna feel like this anymore
I'm just toe'n the line
Afterthought
Got me a fistful of creation
Ain't nothin' Mama I can't do
Build me your walls I'm gonna break on through
Won't ya tell me, won't ya tell me
Who I am and who I can't be
Well the loser be you
Cus I know it ain't me
4. Hate Your Guts
I got the call Monday mornin'
Sometime around 9 a.m.
I felt down and out, left for dead,
Lost without a friend
Now how you live with yourself
Well child, I just don't know
But as far as I'm concerned I think ya
Really suck, you're rotten and you really blow
I hate your guts
I wish that you was dead
I hate your guts
You're damn right that's what I said
I hate your guts
And I wish that you was dead
I'd dig the holy myself
But I'd rather run ya over with my truck instead
Your first name should be ass
Your last name should be wipe
Believe me when I say this
Cus I've been shit on more than twice
Well it's funny how it works
It just seems to never end
Just when ya think ya had enough
They'll bend ya over and fuck ya once again !
I hate your guts
I wish that you was dead
I hate your guts
You're damn right that's what I said
I hate your guts
And I wish that you was dead
I'd dig the hole myself
But I'd rather run ya over with my truck instead
What's mine is mine
What's yours is mine
And that's the way it's gonna be
If ya got a problem with that ya little bastard
Don't ya come around to me
Now I've been doin' this now
For quite a many day
I'll rip off your nuts and
Shove them down your throat and
Head off on my merry way
Money-hungry and greedy
Child you're just downright wrong
Ya pissed me off so many times
I just had to write this song
Everyone's got their problems
And I know you sure got yours
But you make livin' child
Seem like a back breakin' chore
I hate your guts
I wish that you was dead
I hate your guts
You're damn right that's what I said
I hate your guts
And I wish that you was dead
I'd dig the hole myself
But, I'd rather run ya over with my truck instead
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