Well it's high noon at the u.k. corral, & 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, & 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
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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!!!
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