May 1999 by Flying Stone
Verse 1
Look here my gun
Isn’t it a nice machine
Makes me a mighty angel
Soon I’m gonna show Ya that
Chorus
Boom boom bang
Do-doom doom day, shoot ya down
Boom boom bang
Heroes in suburbia
Verse 2
I’ve made a lovely web site
Invite ya, come and join the gang
Fashism is a hit, man
Come on, do it, build the bomb
Verse 3
Oh, so confused
No place to find identity
Fastfood, shopping mall
here they are, but where they go?
© 1999 Flying Stone