Well it's high at the U.K. Corral And it's high I got myself back on the rails I'm the cowboy, ridin' across the range just a hand held radio to keep me sane
Ridin' the F.M.stations The tumbleweed and the petrol Will all on board this Yankee themselves for battle stations?
Jesus wept, Jesus I can't see the tear gas and the dollar signs in my Well, a man got left to fight for When bought his freedom By the look of human jungle It just the poor who'll be bleeding
Most everyone round here they're something special destiny will be kind While they're digging for gold, for pearls And aiming for Heaven this man made world
Come on down, the in town brought you sticks and stones To bust your bones He's stuck his missiles in your And his theories down your And God knows what gonna do with him 'cause I certainly don't
wept, Jesus Christ I can't see the tear gas and the signs in my eyes Well, what's a man got left to for When bought his freedom By the look of this jungle It ain't just the poor who'll be
Down by the river, I've been out my mouth 'Cause deep in the of me a frightened man breaking out Oh, I was just for paradise in this world While they're gunning for Heaven from man made hell
God knows the of jungles and devils in town
Angels, of deception Angels, of destruction Angels, the of deception of destruction, angels of deception Angels of destruction, angels, angels of