"Space Junk" as written by Gerald V Casale and Robert Mothersbaugh....
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)
She was fragged by (space junk)
She was killed by (space junk)

In New York
Miami Beach
Heavy metal fell
In Cuba
Saudi Arabia
On Christmas Eve,
Said Norad
The Soviet Sputnik
Hit Africa
It's falling fast
In Peru too
It keeps comin'
It keeps comin'
It keeps comin'

And now I'm mad about (space junk)
I'm all burned out about (space junk)
Oooh, I can't talk about (space junk)
It smashed my baby's head (space junk)
And now my Sally's dead (space junk)

Lyrics submitted by bouncing soles, edited by karritevoyager

"Space Junk" as written by Mark Mothersbaugh Gerald Casale

Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

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