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Butthole Surfers

The Last Astronaut

Now we have-

We've, uh, cleared

the Southern tip of

South America and

We're coming in-

on into Australia

and over New Zealand

and I have never seen-

incredible-

beauty-

One of the excavators

on the exploratory satellite

number 5-8-12.

It seems like, uh,

the people here

are really, really sad,

and I'm just sort of

confused right now.

It seems as if

some sort of devise

has detonated here.

There is a lot of confusion-

Absolutely no ambulances

at all on the area-

We somehow got

control of the transmitter.

Its just chaos everywhere.

We are nearing the Bearing Strait

right now

and we're coming in

over Denmark.

Its-

Its really beautiful up here.

There's really no

way to describe

the sensation of

outer space travel,

I'll tell you what.

There's really nothing like this-

I've really never seen

anything quite so beautiful.

I hope you're listening to me

and I wish you were here with me.

We're just coming over

the Soviet Union.

There's a large firey mass-

Hold on, its uh-

its unbelievable.

I uh- I hope everything's

okay down there...

I certainly do...

Its like a, uh-

I don't know-

Excavator on an

exploratory satellite

number 5-8-12.

Oh, seems like uh,

hello?

Control, are you there?

Seems like there's

no one out there-

like hello?

Hello?

Hey guys?

Is there anyone left?

My God!

It killed all of them.