Cliffhunger On A Bloody Sunday Lyrics
They ferry so full of lunatics...in a disco, in a grotto.I was riving in extremes and ecstasyIn the early morning hours, I stole a hunter's jeephe was a birdshooter and I stole his gun, so I drove to mushroomrock to shoot some birdswhen I walked down to the sea I saw a cliffhanger mistook him for a bird shot him four timeshe was falling into the seaI felt like a bloody film giggling and throwing the gun into the sunback on the ferry, I drank tons of water to clear my head, flew backand home northEnd of story. I hope it wasn't true. I still sing "I don't like Sundays!"and in honour of memory I can't sleep,still feeling like butcher's knife...bad feelings eat me dailyCliffhanger on a bloody sunday!
Voodoocult Cliffhunger On A Bloody Sunday
