Well, it's high noon at the UK 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 FM stations   The tumbleweed, the petrol stations   Will all onboard this Yankee station   Prepare themselves for battle stations      Jesus wept, Jesus Christ   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      Well, come on down   The Devil's in town   He's brought you sticks and stones   To bust your neighbours 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   "Coz I certainly don't      Jesus wept, Jesus Christ   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   Coz 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 because they don't   Come on down, the Devil's in town      The angels of destruction   The angels of destruction   The angels of destruction   ..angels of deception