W.D. Neely

Roughshod

Roughshod

Well call me crazy
But I always wondered
How you got to be this big bad God
And all those two-bit gods you trampled under
Ridin’ roughshod
Ridin’ roughshod

Cuz you were never known for tender mercy
You were never one to spare the rod
Or shy away from any controversy
Ridin’ roughshod
Ridin’ roughshod

So what happened to the fire and brimstone?
All that smiting
Hip and thigh
You had to walk it back
You had to cut some slack
Or kiss your market share goodbye!

So never mind that sunny disposition
We can see behind your bright façade
You’re still out to crush the competition
Ridin’ roughshod
Ridin’ roughshod