At the lost souls convention
The soundcheck is a bore
And later this evening undoubtedly
Got to pick myself up from the floor

Heavens final meaning
Oh, Jezus what a laugh
And later some unknown person
Gonna ask you for an autograph

At the lost souls convention
We're all dressed out of style
And Lord we are believers
Keeps us going for a while

Lord we are believers
Till the ufo's out of sight


(c) Kiss My Jazz
Words by Rudy Trouvé