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, 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 you're 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!!!!