angels of deception þarký sözü

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!!!!