sara, spelled without an H was getting bored on a peavy amp in 1984 while zak without a c tried out some new guitars playing sara with no H's favorite song
ladada dadada dadada ladada dadada dadada 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
ladada dadada dadada ladada dadada dadada zak and sara zak and sara
zak called his dad about layaway plans sara told the friendly saleman that you'll all die in your cars and why's it gotta be dark? and you're all working in a submarine asshole
she saw the lights she saw a pale english face some strange machines repeating beats and thumping bass visions of pills that 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
ladada dadada dadada ladada dadada dadada zak and sara zak and sara
