DEVO - Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo!

Space Junk

Well, she was walking all alone
Down the street, in the alley
Her name was Sally
I never touched her, she never saw it

When she was hit by space junk
When she was smashed by space junk
When she was killed by space junk

"In New York, Miami Beach
Heavy metal fell in Cuba
Angola, Saudi Arabia
On Christmas Eve", said Norad

A soviet sputnik hit Africa
In India, Venezuela, in Texas, Kansas
It's falling fast, Peru too
It keeps coming, it keeps coming, it keeps coming

And now I'm mad about space junk
I'm all burned out about space junk
Walk and talk about space junk
It smashed my baby's head, space junk
And now my Sally's dead, space junk

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Writer(s): Robert L Mothersbaugh, Gerald Casale
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