She was walking all alone
Down the street in the alley
Her name was sally
She never saw it
When she was hit 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
India
Venezuela
In texas
Kansas
It’s falling fast
Peru too
It keeps coming
It keeps coming

And now I’m mad about (space junk!)
I’m all burned out about (space junk!)
Oooh walk & talk about (space junk!)
It smashed my baby’s head
And now my sally’s dead

Übereil


Brain: an apparatus with which we think we think.

Ambrose Bierce