Well it's noon at the U.K. Corral And it's time I got myself back on the rails I'm the lonesome cowboy, 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 board this Yankee themselves for battle stations?
Jesus wept, Jesus I can't see the tear gas and the dollar signs in my Well, what's a man got left to for he's bought his freedom By the look of human jungle It ain't just the who'll be bleeding
Most everyone round here thinks they're something destiny will be kind While digging for gold, diving for pearls And aiming for from this man made world
on down, the devil's in town He's brought you and stones To bust your neighbors stuck his missiles in your gardens And his theories down your And God knows what your gonna do with him 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 When he's his freedom By the look of this human It ain't just the poor who'll be
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 in this world While they're gunning for Heaven from man made hell
God knows the state of Angels and in town
Angels, of deception Angels, of destruction Angels, the angels of Angels of destruction, angels of of destruction, angels, angels of deception