Sigourney Weaver - John Grant

When I woke up today, the air was very strange

I couldn’t feel my skin, and there was evil in my bones

I tried to speak but found that I didn’t have a voice

It was a prison like the one you would find in the Twilight Zone

And I feel just like Sigourney Weaver

When she had to kill those aliens

And one guy tried to get them back to the Earth

And she couldn’t believe her ears

So I was taken or I went towards what was west

To where the ground was dead

And struck out at the giant sky

The sky was black and filled with tiny silver holes

And it was there, with a frightened voice, that I began to cry out loud

I feel just like Winona Ryder

In that movie about vampires

And she couldn’t get that accent right;

Neither could that other guy

And I feel just like I am on Jupiter

The one that looks like rainbow sherbet

But it doesn’t lend itself to life

And I haven’t finished yet