Angels Of Deception Lyrics
| Song | Angels Of Deception |
| Artist | The The |
| Album | London Town 1983-1993 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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!!!! |
| 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 radioto 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 downthe 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!!!! |
| 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 radioto 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 downthe 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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