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, across the range With a hand held radio to keep me sane
Ridin' the F.M.stations The tumbleweed and the petrol all on board this Yankee station 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 to fight for When he's his freedom By the look of this jungle It ain't just the poor be bleeding
Most everyone round here thinks they're something That destiny be kind While they're digging for gold, for pearls And aiming for Heaven from this man world
Come on down, the devil's in He's brought you sticks and To your neighbors bones He's stuck his missiles in your And his theories your throat And God knows your gonna do with him 'cause I certainly don't
Jesus wept, Jesus I can't see the tear gas and the dollar in my eyes Well, a man got left to fight for he's bought his freedom By the of this human 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 There's a frightened man out Oh, I was just looking for in this world While they're gunning for from this man made hell
God knows the of jungles and devils in town
Angels, of deception Angels, angels of Angels, the angels of Angels of destruction, angels of Angels of destruction, angels, of deception