Bringing humor, melodrama, and hard-boiled reporting to the north-side of the UC Berkeley campus since the year 2006.
Presidents come and presidents goThey rise like smoke they fall like snowDo you believe the things you sayYour lofty thoughts are filled with hayWhat is this faith that you professThat led to this colossal messWhen you awaken from this comaYou'll find you were in OklahomaWhen you crawl out of this self delusionYou're going to need a soul transfusionThis version of the world will not be here longIt is already gone It is already goneThis version of the world will not be here longIt is already gone It is already gone."
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