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