Well it's high noon at the you. K corral and it's high time I got myself back on the rails
I'm the lonesome cowboy, ridin' across the range with just a hand held radio to keep me sane
Ridin' through the fm stations, the tumbleweed, the petrol stations
Will all on board this Yankee station prepare themselves for battle stations
Jesus wept, Jesus Christ, I can't see for the tear gas and the dollar signs in my eyes
Well, what's a man got left to fight for when he's bought his freedom?
By the look of this human jungle it ain't just the poor who'll be bleeding
Most everyone 'round here thinks they're something special, the destiny will be kind
While they're digging for gold, diving for pearls and aiming for heaven from this man made world, well
Come on down the devil's in town, he's brought you sticks and stones to bust your neighbours bones
He's stuck his missiles in your gardens and his theories down your throat
And god knows what you're gonna do with him cos I certainly don't
Jesus wept, Jesus Christ, I can't see for the tear gas and the dollar signs in my eyes
Well, what's a man got left to fight for when he's bought his freedom?
By the look of this human jungle it ain't just the poor who'll be bleeding
Down by the river, I've been washing out my mouth
Cos deep in the heart of me there's a frightened man breaking out
Oh I was just looking for paradise anywhere in this world
While they're gunning for heaven from this man made hell
Well, oh, well, oh, well, oh, well, oh, well, oh, well, oh, well, oh
God knows (Well) because (Oh) they don't (Well)
Come on down (Oh) the Devil's in town (Well, oh, yeah)
(Well) The angel (Oh), angels of destruction (Yeah)
(Well) Angels (Oh), angels of destruction (Yeah)
(Well) Angels (Oh), the angels of destruction (Yeah)
(Well) The angels (Oh), angel of destruction (Yeah)
(Well, oh) Angel of destruction (Yeah)
(Well) Angel (Oh), angel of destruction (Yeah)
(Well) Angel (Oh), the angel of deception