Lyrics

Well it's high noon at the U.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 F.M.stations, the tumbleweed and the petrol stations Will all on board this Yankee station prepare themselves for battle stations? Jesus wept, Jesus Christ I can't see through 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 That destiny will be kind While they're digging for gold, diving for pearls And aiming for Heaven from this man-made world Come on down, the devil's in town He's brought you sticks and stones to bust your neighbour's 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 'cause I certainly don't Jesus wept, Jesus Christ I can't see through 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 'Cause 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 God knows the state of jungles Angels and devils in town Angels, angels of deception Angels, angels of destruction Angels, the angels of deception Angels of destruction, angels of deception Angels of destruction, angels, angels of deception
Writer(s): Matt Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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