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
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