There's a [bad word] born
Of your pagan blessed
There is [bad word] down
Around your head
Ride the fire now momma
 [bad word] again
soul to flame and rain down on ya
Red rider said

The hills [bad word] red
Better hide under your bed
Hide your children mother
Thunder red
The hills are turning red
Get on your knees and beg
Thunder red's [bad word] 
Thunder red

You're reaping nothing more
Than your shamelessness
Then sew it all together
When [bad word] 
Ride it down now momma
 [bad word] again [bad word] to claim the souls to blame and
Riding off with them

The hills [bad word] red
Better hide under your bed
Hide your children mother
Thunder red
The hills are turning red
Get on your knees and beg
Thunder red's [bad word] 
To get you red

Fathers and nuns, nowhere [bad word] 
Four horsemen riding on the wind
Momma hide your sons
Daddy get your gun
Four hooves of [bad word] again
 [bad word] red

Red [bad word] home
For your blamelessness
And rolling you forever in your dust
Ride the fire now momma
 [bad word] again
Ain't no time to hide and cry, get
On your knees and beg