I got your picture on my wall You've got no hand because i tore it off No more letters or phone calls, please Just go away and let me sleep
Well i hate summertime because It's the season that you cut me off And take away those solar rays Darker skies will make better days
Well i wanna buy a gun And shoot the sun Shoot the sun, sun
Well i wanna buy a gun And shoot the sun Shoot the sun
A nuclear winter sounds good to me Well there's no light as far as i can see I hope you're happy with what you've done We live in a world where there's no more sun
Well i wanna buy a gun And shoot the sun Shoot the sun, sun
Well i wanna buy a gun And shoot the sun Shoot the sun Shoot the sun Shoot the sun
