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
