Son Of A Gun
Read Son Of A Gun lyrics by Bruce Dickinson on LyroVerse, with linked artist context and related song paths.
The page facts to cite before the commentary
Use this page for the lyric text, linked artist context, and any LyroVerse editor's note attached to the song. Listener comments remain user-generated and should not be treated as the primary source.
Son Of A Gun
The lyric stays readable and compact here; the note and related paths sit nearby so you do not lose the song while looking for context.
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
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
What this page can answer fast
Who performs "Son Of A Gun"?
Bruce Dickinson performs "Son Of A Gun", and this lyric page sits inside the Bruce Dickinson catalog on LyroVerse.
Are there related songs to explore after "Son Of A Gun"?
Yes. The related section below points to (I Wanna Be) Elected and 2 Minutes To Midnight with a short reason for opening each page next.
Where can I find more songs by Bruce Dickinson?
Use the artist link near the top of the page or the related paths section below to keep moving through Bruce Dickinson's lyric pages.
Interpretations, questions, and corrections for this song
Interpretations, questions, memories, and correction notes live together here. The room stays noindex while the best insights are reviewed.
What people are saying
No listener comments on Son Of A Gun yet.
A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.
Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.