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 la da da la da da la da da 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 la da da la da da la da da zak and sara zak and sara zak called his dad about layaway plans and sara told the friendly salesman, that "you'll all die in your cars and why's it got to be dark and your all working in a submarine - asshole." she saw the light she saw the pale English face some strange machine 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 la da da la da da la da da la da da la da da la da da zak and sara