Well it's high noon at the U.K. And high time I got myself back on the rails I'm the cowboy, ridin' across the range With just a held radio to keep me sane
through the F.M.stations The tumbleweed and the stations Will all on board this station Prepare themselves for stations?
wept, Jesus Christ I can't see the tear gas and the dollar in my eyes Well, what's a man got left to for When he's his freedom By the look of this jungle It ain't the poor who'll be bleeding
Most everyone round here thinks they're special destiny will be kind While they're for gold, diving for pearls And for Heaven from this man made world
Come on down, the devil's in He's brought you sticks and To bust neighbors bones He's stuck his missiles in gardens And his down your throat And God knows your gonna do with him 'cause I certainly don't
Jesus wept, Christ I can't see the gas and the dollar signs in my eyes Well, what's a man got to fight for When he's his freedom By the look of this jungle It ain't just the who'll be bleeding
by the river, I've been washing out my mouth 'Cause in the heart of me a frightened man breaking out Oh, I was looking for paradise Anywhere in world While they're gunning for from this man made hell
God knows the state of Angels and devils in
Angels, of deception Angels, angels of Angels, the angels of Angels of destruction, of deception Angels of destruction, angels, of deception