Well it's high at the U.K. Corral And it's high time I got myself on the rails I'm the lonesome cowboy, ridin' across the With a hand held radio to keep me sane
through 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 signs 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 they're something special That will be kind While they're digging for gold, for pearls And aiming for Heaven from this man made
Come on down, the devil's in brought you sticks and stones To bust your bones He's his missiles in your gardens And his theories your throat And God knows your gonna do with him 'cause I certainly don't
wept, Jesus Christ I can't see the tear gas and the dollar signs in my Well, what's a man got to fight for When he's his freedom By the look of this jungle It just the poor who'll be bleeding
Down by the river, I've washing out my mouth 'Cause deep in the of me a frightened man breaking out Oh, I was just for paradise Anywhere in this While they're for Heaven from this man made hell
God the state of jungles Angels and devils in
Angels, of deception Angels, of destruction Angels, the of deception Angels of destruction, of deception of destruction, angels, angels of deception