Angels Of Deception

Well it’s high noon at the U.K. corral,
and it’s high time I get 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 onboard this yankee station, prepare themselves for battle station?
Jesus wept—Jesus Chirst
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,
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 neighbor’s bones,
He's stuck his missiles in your gardens
and his theories down your throat
And god knows what your gonna do with him
'cuz I certainly don't
Jesus wept—Jesus Chirst
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
'Cause deep in the heart of me
there's a frightened man breaking out
O I was just looking for paradise anywhere in this world;
while they're gunning for heaven
from this man made hell
Angels of destruction
Angels of deception