There goes Gunboy, being pushed around
By some big boys who act like clowns
He needs new shoes, and so do you
So why'd you think he likes this view
Run for the hills, think of your basement
And all those things you'd tell me
"I hate this town, and I hate you
The egg has cracked, I've thought it through"
There goes Gunboy, they're laughing at him
But no one sees his shadow
Sit on the roof, watch Sputnik fly by
The sky is looking horrified
Ripped pages out of God's own notebook
He never felt 666
Nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide
So jump on stage and stop this show
Just reached the top, and I'm feeling like a circus freak
These halls look bleak, and I really just wanna stop
Painting on this face, it never helps at all
Lights shine on my head, and I am bound to fall
Walk through the door, don't know what to expect
"Did you know Gunboy?"
"Yeah, he was a friend of mine."
It's all the same
He's got the glory, but no fame
Crawling back from the war
Gunboy ain't around no more