You construct a state of the art studio with equipment flung across the burning moat. You fucks groopyies who fling themselves across on those catapults. Some don't make it, dissolving in the river of puke they fall in. You fuck the rest. You are a legend who don't tour or play live. You two hour mega double album becomes the top selling album ever made. You buys endless things and have them pulted over to Bubbling Vomit Land. The land is now rich and the people very happy. You are more then a musical icon in your new home.
YOU ARE A GOD.