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Tunguska Blast of Nineteen-Eight
Some call it Karma, call it fate
The trees left standingѕcentral trait
What could have left it in that state
Twenty-five years before
Astronauts land on moon's floor
Neil and Buzz set straight the score
Al Sharp was born and nothing more
Al Sharp dreams of monsters tall
He fights them up against the wall
The Seven Dwarves have come to call
The Pisa Towerѕwhen will it fall?
The Men in Black have come to stay
They've come to keep the Huns at bay
Not even old Roy Cohn can say
Just what will make them go away
Some call it Karma, call it fate
The trees left standingѕcentral trait
What could have left it in that state
Twenty-five years before
Astronauts land on moon's floor
Neil and Buzz set straight the score
Al Sharp was born and nothing more
Al Sharp dreams of monsters tall
He fights them up against the wall
The Seven Dwarves have come to call
The Pisa Towerѕwhen will it fall?
The Men in Black have come to stay
They've come to keep the Huns at bay
Not even old Roy Cohn can say
Just what will make them go away
