Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
porcus chicus
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Thomas Lombard
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Thomas Lombard
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Lost in Space, lost in time, there's a man who ride a rocket.
He wear a tie, he has a moustache, he plays guitar, he has no regret.
Why this trip? Where's the goal? Nobody knows and nobody cares.
Poor Francis, he wants to go home, space is too big, this space he dares.
Francis is in the machine, he goes fast and he felt ... he felt lost!
And he drives his rocket at random... he's angry !
« Phoquing Chite ! » says Francis, he felt pain and sorrow
« I'm meating my banker at 8, tomorrow » ... he thought!
Time to think, place to hope, Francis is sade but not stranded.
He wants to fish in his shed, he wanna see little Marie.
But now, he can't, 'cause he travels through Universe.
What to do? Where to go? He's too tired and very hungry.
Francis is in the machine, he goes slow and he felt hope!
And he drives his rocket with control, with control!
« Phoquing Chite » says Francis, « if I'm really lost, I must go
To Therion, to Vega, 'cause I don't know »
« Hey you! That's all right, I'm ok! Give me four, give me five!
One, two, what have you? Why do you look at me? »
So now, you have seen, Francis is lost, cocaïne,
Hey Ho! Wake up fool, universe is not your house, go!
Written by: Thomas Lombard
