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