Well it's high noon at the U.K. And it's high time I got myself back on the I'm the cowboy, ridin' across the range With just a held radio to keep me sane
Ridin' the F.M.stations The and the petrol stations Will all on board this Yankee Prepare for battle stations?
wept, Jesus Christ I see the tear 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 human jungle It ain't the poor who'll be bleeding
Most everyone round thinks they're something special That will be kind they're digging for gold, diving for pearls And aiming for Heaven from this man made
Come on down, the devil's in He's you sticks and stones To bust neighbors bones He's his missiles in your gardens And his down your throat And God knows what your do with him 'cause I certainly don't
Jesus wept, Christ I can't see the tear gas and the signs in my eyes Well, a man got left to fight for When bought his freedom By the look of human jungle It just the poor who'll be bleeding
Down by the river, I've 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 this man made hell
God knows the state of and devils in town
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