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******************** 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, whats a man got left to fight for when he`s bought his freedom by the look of this human jungle It aint 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 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!!! Angels of Destruction. Angels of Destruction!!!!
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