Tonight, Tonight,
Space Rock Time Bom
Junior's got the tommy-gun
Detonate the last hurrah now

You are the one, Kid
I know that we're breaking
And after all the time we spent with these guitars that sound like razor blades
But aren't we disposable
We act unapproachable to the stoners and the ragged boys
The lipstick letter girls

You are the one kid I know that will make it through tonight
Tonight
Space Rock Time Bom
Junior's got the tommy-gun
Detonate the last hurrah now
Bring the next to the top
To kiss the sweet Shangri La
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Wasted and fearless
The fans are mysterious
If you don't write another "Sugar Queen" they may move on to better things
There's chaos surrounding the teenage pounding
The writing's on the wall, the next is smiling in the wings

But you are the one kid I know that will make it through tonight
Tonight
Space Rock Time Bom
Junior's got the tommy-gun
Detonate the last hurrah now
Bring the next to the top
To kiss the sweet Shangri La
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