Horrorscope

All I need is a horoscope
To tell me candy lies
I walk around with a bar of soap
And a futuristic mind
I’ve been shot by a neon sun
You know this could be true
Just turn around, baby
When my skull is full
I don’t think about
My heart, it’s true
Could I be for you?
'Cause my skull is full
But I get lonely on the weekends
So…
Knock knock on the neon sign
You know this to be true
Won’t you turn around, baby
When my skull is full
I don’t think about
My heart, it’s true
It won’t be for you
'Cause my skull is full
But I get lonely on the weekends
So…
Night, fields and the neon stars
All just wash away
I pay crusts and the silent heels
Just to own the day
I hear you come and I hear you go
Running out of breath
Will you turn around, baby
Make sense
'Cause I get lonely on the weekends
The truth’s in: I’m sick of seeing
And the «Coo! Coo!» questions
Oh! Oh!
I’ll go the moonlight show
I’ll go the moonlight show
I’ll go the moonlight show
I’ll go the moonlight show
I’ll go the moonlight show
I’ll go