Well it's noon at the U.K. Corral And it's high I got myself back on the rails I'm the cowboy, ridin' across the range just a hand held radio to keep me sane
Ridin' the F.M.stations The tumbleweed and the stations all on board this Yankee station Prepare themselves for battle
Jesus wept, Jesus I can't see the tear gas and the dollar signs in my Well, a man got left to fight for When bought his freedom By the of this human jungle It ain't just the poor who'll be
Most everyone here thinks they're something special That destiny be kind they're digging for gold, diving for pearls And for Heaven from this man made world
on down, the devil's in town He's brought you and stones To bust your neighbors He's his missiles in your gardens And his theories down your 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 signs in my eyes Well, what's a man got left to for he's bought his freedom By the look of this human It just the poor who'll be bleeding
Down by the river, I've been out my mouth deep in the heart of me There's a man breaking out Oh, I was just looking for in this world While gunning for Heaven from this man made hell
God knows the state of Angels and in town
Angels, angels of Angels, of destruction Angels, the of deception Angels of destruction, angels of of destruction, angels, angels of deception