The Great Gravitron Massacre

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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
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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
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