Well it's noon at the U.K. Corral And it's high I got myself back on the rails I'm the lonesome cowboy, ridin' across the With just a hand held radio to keep me
Ridin' the F.M.stations The tumbleweed and the petrol Will all on board this station Prepare for battle stations?
Jesus wept, Jesus I can't see the gas and the dollar signs in my eyes Well, a man got left to fight for he's bought his freedom By the look of this jungle It ain't just the who'll be bleeding
everyone round here thinks 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 in town He's brought you and stones To bust neighbors bones He's his missiles in your gardens And his theories your throat And God what your gonna do with him 'cause I certainly don't
Jesus wept, Jesus I see the tear gas and the dollar signs in my eyes Well, what's a man got to fight for When bought his freedom By the of this human jungle It ain't just the who'll be bleeding
by the river, I've been washing out my mouth 'Cause deep in the 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, of deception Angels, of destruction Angels, the angels of of destruction, angels of deception Angels of destruction, angels, of deception