Angels of Deception Songtext
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Angels of Deception Songtext
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
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
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