Well it's high noon at the U.K. And it's high time I got myself back on the I'm the lonesome cowboy, ridin' the range With just a hand held radio to keep me
Ridin' the F.M.stations The tumbleweed and the stations Will all on board this Yankee Prepare 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 bought his By the look of this human It ain't just the poor who'll be
Most everyone round here thinks something special destiny will be kind While they're digging for gold, for pearls And aiming for Heaven from man made world
Come on down, the devil's in He's you sticks and stones To bust your neighbors He's stuck his in your gardens And his theories down your And God knows what your 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, a man got left to fight for When he's his freedom By the look of this jungle It ain't the poor who'll be bleeding
by the river, I've been 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 angels of Angels of destruction, of deception of destruction, angels, angels of deception