Dance of the Bad Angels - Tim Booth & Angelo Badalamenti

Well it's high noon at the U.K. Corral And 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 and the petrol stations Will all on board this Yankee station Prepare themselves for battle stations? Jesus wept, Jesus Christ I can't see the tear gas and the dollar signs in my eyes Well, what's a man got left to fight for When he's bought his freedom By the look of this human jungle It ain't 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 And 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 And his theories down your throat And God knows what your gonna do with him 'cause I certainly don't Jesus wept, Jesus Christ I can't see the tear gas and the dollar signs in my eyes Well, what's a man got left to fight for When he's bought his freedom By the look of this human jungle It ain't just the poor who'll be bleeding Down by the river, I've been washing out my mouth 'Cause 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 God knows the state of jungles Angels and devils in town Angels, angels of deception Angels, angels of destruction Angels, the angels of deception Angels of destruction, angels of deception Angels of destruction, angels, angels of deception

It's going down, tonight in this town 'Cause they stare and growl, they all stare and growl I take a scar, everytime I cry 'Cause it ain't my style, no, it ain't my style Going down to the gravel, head to the barrel Take this life and end this struggle Los Angeles, come scam me, please Emptiness never sleeps at Cliftons 6:00 a.m. With your bag lady friend and your mind descending Stripped of the right to be a human in control It's warmer in Hell, so down we go They say this is the city The city of angels, all I see is dead wings They say this is the city The city of angels, all I see is dead wings It's a ghost town, rabid underworld Dionysian night, vitriolic twilight A mirage come up, it never ends Once you get burnt, you're never the same Left behind, erased from time Ain't no decency in being boxed up alive Look around, ain't no R.I.P. signs here We don't rest in peace, we just disappear So here we are, Los Angeles No angels singing in your valley of unease I watch the sun roll down the Pacific Over hookered Sunset Strip They say this is the city The city of angels, all I see is dead wings They say this is the city The city of angels, all I see is dead wings There's a black moon tonight Ain't shining down on the western neon lights There's a black moon tonight Ain't shining down on the western neon lights They say this is the city The city of angels, all I see is dead wings They say this is the city The city of angels, all I see is dead wings They say this is the city The city of angels, all I see is dead wings They say this is the city The city of angels, all I see is dead wings