The Flaming Gong

Found out the flaming phantoms
Turn them into cops
Flattened into black stalks
And break one off
Bold drivers caught the rare truth
Got tighter sinking planks of doom
And I'm riling up all of the soft gray boys
Creamed, surviving the good times
Bold drivers caught the rare truth
Got tighter
The proper way to treat your songs
Ends with a flaming gong