Starsign Voodoo Killer
from Pop Garage Symphony Number 9 by Ufo Goes Ufa
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STARSIGN VOODOO KILLER
Did I ever tell you I was born during an eclipse, so technically I have no starsign.
It all started when I was walking down a back alley. Some crazy one-eyed cat jumped out from a trashcan.
Sacred me shitless. I ran into the nearest bar, bumping into some head honcho. I spilled Jack Daniels down his rhinestone shirt, the cat went crazy. He had tattooed knuckles, it said ''Love and Hat'', the poor fool had run out of ink.
The moon shone through his ribcage and I could just make out on his shoulderblade the prong of a devil's tail.
He shone me an apocalyptic grin. He was wearing a gold chain with a rusty crucifix, but the Jesus had escaped.
Some two-bit hooker at the end of the bar , she was carressing a Lucky Strike between her ruby lips, and outside the reflection of the neon sign was proclaiming 'Girls all Night''. I ran a bony finger around the rim of the glass, because bad luck follows me 'round like a hawk.
I'm an out and out sinner
Looking for redemption in the blood on the mirror
I'm an out and out sinner
Looking for redemption in the blood on the mirror
I'm a bar-room lizard
In a suit for a cadaver
Je me suis perdu
Je me suis perdu
Je me suis perdu
I'm carrying the corpse of a voodoo crime
I was born in an eclipse so I got no sign
Je me suis perdu
Je me suis perdu
Je me suis perdu
I'm an out and out sinner
Looking for redemption in the blood on the mirror
I'm a bar-room lizard
In a suit for a cadaver
And I'm washing my knuckles in a roadhouse sink
Washing my knuckles in a roadhouse sink
I was born in an eclipse so I got no sign
I was born in an eclipse so I got no sign
And I'm carrying the corpse of a voodoo crime
I'm carrying the corpse of a voodoo crime
I'm an out and out sinner
An out and out sinner
I'm looking for redemption in the blood on the mirror
I'm looking for redemption in the blood on the mirror
Je me suis perdu
Je me suis perdu
Je me suis perdu
Washing my knuckles in a roadhouse sink
I'm washing my knuckles in a roadhouse sink
Je me suis perdu
Je me suis perdu
Je me suis perdu
I'm carrying the corpse of a voodoo crime
I was born in an eclipse so I got no sign
Je me suis perdu
Je me suis perdu
Kaleidoscopic circus clowns
In embryonic surgeons' gowns
Are distributing acid tabs
To the psychedelic strung-out crowds
Invisible vampires line the street
Psycotropic plants grow under their feet
As test tube babies twitch and moan
To the rhythm of the day-glo saxophone
Was it Jimi or Janice or Lenny or Jim
In the rose-lined coffin in the church of sin
Did you lose your virginity to 'Light My Fire'
In a disused cellar did it take you higher?
Did the hand of the Buddha throw the flowers on the ground
In a long-gone sixties wah-wah sound?
Did the hand of the Buddha throw the flowers on the ground
In a long-gone sixties wah-wah sound?
Did the hand of the Buddha throw the flowers on the ground
In a long-gone sixties wah-wah sound?
Did I ever tell you I was born during an eclipse, so technically I have no starsign.
It all started when I was walking down a back alley. Some crazy one-eyed cat jumped out from a trashcan.
Sacred me shitless. I ran into the nearest bar, bumping into some head honcho. I spilled Jack Daniels down his rhinestone shirt, the cat went crazy. He had tattooed knuckles, it said ''Love and Hat'', the poor fool had run out of ink.
The moon shone through his ribcage and I could just make out on his shoulderblade the prong of a devil's tail.
He shone me an apocalyptic grin. He was wearing a gold chain with a rusty crucifix, but the Jesus had escaped.
Some two-bit hooker at the end of the bar , she was carressing a Lucky Strike between her ruby lips, and outside the reflection of the neon sign was proclaiming 'Girls all Night''. I ran a bony finger around the rim of the glass, because bad luck follows me 'round like a hawk.
I'm an out and out sinner
Looking for redemption in the blood on the mirror
I'm an out and out sinner
Looking for redemption in the blood on the mirror
I'm a bar-room lizard
In a suit for a cadaver
Je me suis perdu
Je me suis perdu
Je me suis perdu
I'm carrying the corpse of a voodoo crime
I was born in an eclipse so I got no sign
Je me suis perdu
Je me suis perdu
Je me suis perdu
I'm an out and out sinner
Looking for redemption in the blood on the mirror
I'm a bar-room lizard
In a suit for a cadaver
And I'm washing my knuckles in a roadhouse sink
Washing my knuckles in a roadhouse sink
I was born in an eclipse so I got no sign
I was born in an eclipse so I got no sign
And I'm carrying the corpse of a voodoo crime
I'm carrying the corpse of a voodoo crime
I'm an out and out sinner
An out and out sinner
I'm looking for redemption in the blood on the mirror
I'm looking for redemption in the blood on the mirror
Je me suis perdu
Je me suis perdu
Je me suis perdu
Washing my knuckles in a roadhouse sink
I'm washing my knuckles in a roadhouse sink
Je me suis perdu
Je me suis perdu
Je me suis perdu
I'm carrying the corpse of a voodoo crime
I was born in an eclipse so I got no sign
Je me suis perdu
Je me suis perdu
Kaleidoscopic circus clowns
In embryonic surgeons' gowns
Are distributing acid tabs
To the psychedelic strung-out crowds
Invisible vampires line the street
Psycotropic plants grow under their feet
As test tube babies twitch and moan
To the rhythm of the day-glo saxophone
Was it Jimi or Janice or Lenny or Jim
In the rose-lined coffin in the church of sin
Did you lose your virginity to 'Light My Fire'
In a disused cellar did it take you higher?
Did the hand of the Buddha throw the flowers on the ground
In a long-gone sixties wah-wah sound?
Did the hand of the Buddha throw the flowers on the ground
In a long-gone sixties wah-wah sound?
Did the hand of the Buddha throw the flowers on the ground
In a long-gone sixties wah-wah sound?
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from Pop Garage Symphony Number 9,
released January 7, 2008
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Ufo Goes Ufa Brussels, Belgium
Anglo-Belge collaboration, Ufo Goes Ufa will take you down the rabbit-hole and through the wall to the dark corners of Rock ‘n Roll’s twisted psyche !
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