Na na na na na... 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 Na na na na na... 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 Na na na na na...