Two Cow Garage The Great Gravitron Massacre
Na na na na na...
All the mothers began to scream
And the air smelled of gasoline
When the blood hit the street
Sons and daughters at our feet
But nothing we could do
And the crowd, it gathered 'round
Amid the bodies on the ground
And I can still hear the sound
Of that machine coming down
And those slow, sad screams
Na na na na na...
And when the morning papers came
Thirteen dead and who's to blame
For all this tragedy and pain?
And this little town was never the same
Na na na na na...
