Cliffhanger on a bloody sunday Songtext

von Phillip Boa and the Voodooclub

I just remember the day. when I travelled to the smaller island.
The ferry so full of lunatics... in a disco, in a grotto. I was raving in extremes and ecstasy.
In the early morning hours. I stole a hunter's jeep.
He was a birdshooter and I stole his gun. so I droveto mushroom-rock. to shoot some birds.
When I walked down to the sea. I saw a cliffhanger. mistook him for a bird. shot him four times.
He was falling into the sea.
I felt like in a bloody film. giggling and throwing the gun into the sun.
Back on the ferry, I drank tons of water. to clear my head, flew back. and home north.
End 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 a butcher's knife... bad feelings eat me daily.
Cliffhanger on a bloody sunday.