Well it's high at the U.K. Corral And it's time I got myself back on the rails 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 station Prepare themselves for stations?
Jesus wept, Jesus I can't see the tear gas and the dollar signs in my Well, what's a man got to fight for When he's bought his By the look of human jungle It ain't just the poor who'll be
Most round here thinks they're something special That destiny will be While they're digging for gold, diving for And aiming for Heaven from man made world
Come on down, the devil's in brought you sticks and stones To bust your neighbors He's stuck his missiles in gardens And his theories down throat And God knows what your do with him 'cause I certainly don't
wept, Jesus Christ I see the tear gas and the dollar signs in my eyes Well, a man got left to fight for When he's his freedom By the of this human jungle It just the poor who'll be bleeding
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 for paradise Anywhere in this While gunning for Heaven from this man made hell
God knows the of jungles and devils in town
Angels, of deception Angels, of destruction Angels, the angels of Angels of destruction, of deception Angels of destruction, angels, of deception