Sara spelled without and H was getting bored
On a peavey amp in 1984
While zak without a C tried out new guitars
Playing sara with no H’s favorite song
La da da la da da la da da
Zak and sara
Often sara would have spells where she lost time
She saw the future
She heard voices from inside
The kind of voices she would soon learn to deny
Because at home they got her smacked
La da da la da da la da da
Zak and sara
Zak called his dad about layaway plans
Sara told the friendly salesman that
«you’ll all die in your cars»
And «why’s it gotta be dark?»
And «you’re all living in a submarine, asshole!»
Then she saw the lights
She saw a pale english face
Some strange machines repeating beats
And thumping bass
Visions of pills to put you in a loving trance
That make it possible for all white boys to dance
And when zak finished sara’s song
Sara clapped
La da da la da da la da da
Zak and sara