Well it's high at the U.K. Corral And it's high time I got myself back on the I'm the cowboy, ridin' across the range just a hand held radio to keep me sane
Ridin' the F.M.stations The and the petrol stations Will all on this Yankee station Prepare for battle stations?
Jesus wept, Jesus I can't see the tear gas and the signs in my eyes Well, a man got left to fight for When he's bought his By the look of this jungle It ain't just the who'll be bleeding
everyone round here thinks they're something special That destiny will be While they're digging for gold, for pearls And aiming for Heaven from man made world
on down, the devil's in town He's you sticks and stones To bust neighbors bones stuck his missiles in your gardens And his down 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 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
Down by the river, I've been out my mouth 'Cause deep in the of me a frightened man breaking out Oh, I was just for paradise in this world While gunning for Heaven from this man made hell
God knows the state of and devils in town
Angels, angels of Angels, of destruction Angels, the angels of of destruction, angels of deception Angels of destruction, angels, angels of