Cliffhanger On A Bloody Sunday testo

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.