Sun

Verse 1

Vast and warm, a burning vent
Bringing hatred and dissent
That around which we revolve
Fixed to it our lives devolve
The Sun
The Sun

Verse 2

Round metallic pit of birth
Lodged within the living earth
Source of food but also fear
Pain to those who come too near
The Sun
The Sun

Verse 3

Regularly to be cleaned
Keep it shiny and pristine
Centre of our daily tasks
Why we serve it do not ask
The Sun
The Sun

Bridge

AAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!!!!!
THE SUNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!

Verse 4

Endless circle, always flames
To it bound we lost our names
Brought this thing upon ourselves
Now for us is nothing else
The Sun
The Sun

Mister Sun, Mister Golden Sun
Mister Sun, Mister Golden Sun...