Introducing the Gravity Boys
Gravity boys are at it again
Your hair looks best flowing through the wind in the West end
I've traveled nuclear sea to sea, still got no place to be
Ya, you may look mean
With your death-inducing doom machine
Your stare-grimacing grey
We've all got hell to pay
Blast a hole through my fucking wall
You said you were above it all
Ray gun ghosts, and electric dolls
Roaming through your concert halls
Well we got your guts to test
The wicked don't look for no rest
Now snuffing out your bluff
Calling out your lie
Make it seem an accident
Shot straight through the eye
Gravity boys are at it again
Better to self-destruct than fade away...
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