Prophecy: The Threat On The Horizon
Let’s open with a little ditty, shall we? (Sung to the tune of “Jimmy Crack Corn”) Lennon gets shot, and I don’t care; Elvis cacks off, and I don’t care; But Zappa dies, and then I caaaaare…. The Master’s gone away! My aunt, who was a reasonable woman, went completely berserk when John Lennon was…