then when eve six wasnt looking tsar took the stage real fast and did a quicky little supernova double sonic okiedoke. fucked up our shit like
when the mexican in the big sombrero in baja tilts your head back and pours in the tequila, shuts your mouth and shakes your head around
while blowing on that whistle as the hookers yawn. the earth moved, the seas parted, the dove came back with an olive branch.
somewhere a bear shit in the woods, a wheelie was popped, and a senior yelled bingo. the planets were aligned the other night
and tsar flicked its finger and motion became movement and blip blop blap lives were changed at first sight.