Now I guess those things I said to you the other day were pretty nasty
'Cause you ain't laughing and I'm sleeping on the couch again
And all this arguing goes back and forth and back and forth
And I wish you could just see things my way, would'nt it be nice
I'd be king for a day but that'll never happen
I realize I put you to the floor, now you're out the door
and you don't want no more
It's just my jealousy that's got to me and I guess I know I'm wrong
Could you forgive me, just talk to me 'cause I'm begging you this time
I'm sorry that I said those things that set you off
But I guess I'm all stressed out
I'm sorry that I never let you finish what you need to say
Forgive me, forgive me
We'll work it out, we'll work it out
Now I know I could be a big pain in the ass sometimes
But sometimes I feel like telling you to stick it where the sun don't shine
And all that means is that we disagree, and that's fine with me
And our little girl don't need to see the shit we do
Regardless of who's right or who's wrong it just ain't cool
But I'm here to say I'm sorry and to hope you accept my apology
It's just my jealousy that's got to me and I guess I know I'm wrong
Could you forgive me, just talk to me
'cause I'm begging you this time
I'm sorry that I said those things that set you off
But I guess I'm all stressed out
I'm sorry that I never let you finish what you need to say
Forgive me, forgive me, we'll work it out, we'll work it out
And all this arguing goes back and forth
I realize it's always me creating it
And all this arguing goes back and forth
I'm sorry that it's come to this
So don't let go
Don't let go of me********************
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!!!!