Angels Of Deception - THE THE
Well its high noon at the U K corral
& its 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
& the petrol stations
Will all on board this yankee station
Prepare themselves for battle stations--
CHORUS
Jesus Wept Jesus CHRIST
I can't see for the tear gas & 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
& 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 neighbors bones
He's stuck his missiles in your gardens
& his theories down your throat--
& god knows what your gonna do with him
Cos I certainly don't
CHORUS
