"I'm not saying it was aliens but it was aliens."
The Purge
Ground control to Uncle Joe, Ground control to Uncle Joe:
Take your vodka pills and put your helmet on
Ground control to Uncle Joe: Commencing countdown engine's on
Check ignition and may Lenin's love be with you...
This is Uncle Joe to ground control, I'm stepping through the door
And my dialectic is the true Marxist way
And I think I'll start another purge today
For here am I sitting in a tin can, far above the world
The Rodina is red and my foes will soon be dead.