We got
Hot ash and fire
Dust, dirt, and smoke
Can't dance for rain when the air makes you choke
I'm runnin hot, I'm feelin dry
Gimme a got damn drink before I die
Midday sun beating down on me, but
F*ck the sun, let the night set you free
People taunt me, they
Spit on my boots
Ghosts haunt me down to the roots
Yeah laugh it up, call me a liar
Your dry brittle brush is just fuel for the fire
Evening sun's quite a sight to see, but
F*ck the sun, I like my privacy
At last the darkness, I
Cast for a spell
Blood-red sky and the toll of a bell
Well, you know by now the moon's my friend
Now down on your knees, watch my magic unbend
Sun's dead in the ground
They sing their eulogy, but
F*ck the Sun, 'cause the sun don't shine on me
The Oil Barons - Fuck the Sun Lyrics
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We got
Hot ash and fire
Dust, dirt, and smoke
Can't dance for rain when the air makes you choke
I'm runnin hot, I'm feelin dry
Gimme a got damn drink before I die
Midday sun beating down on me, but
F*ck the sun, let the night set you free
People taunt me, they
Spit on my boots
Ghosts haunt me down to the roots
Yeah laugh it up, call me a liar
Your dry brittle brush is just fuel for the fire
Evening sun's quite a sight to see, but
F*ck the sun, I like my privacy
At last the darkness, I
Cast for a spell
Blood-red sky and the toll of a bell
Well, you know by now the moon's my friend
Now down on your knees, watch my magic unbend
Sun's dead in the ground
They sing their eulogy, but
F*ck the Sun, 'cause the sun don't shine on me
Hot ash and fire
Dust, dirt, and smoke
Can't dance for rain when the air makes you choke
I'm runnin hot, I'm feelin dry
Gimme a got damn drink before I die
Midday sun beating down on me, but
F*ck the sun, let the night set you free
People taunt me, they
Spit on my boots
Ghosts haunt me down to the roots
Yeah laugh it up, call me a liar
Your dry brittle brush is just fuel for the fire
Evening sun's quite a sight to see, but
F*ck the sun, I like my privacy
At last the darkness, I
Cast for a spell
Blood-red sky and the toll of a bell
Well, you know by now the moon's my friend
Now down on your knees, watch my magic unbend
Sun's dead in the ground
They sing their eulogy, but
F*ck the Sun, 'cause the sun don't shine on me
Writer: Louis Aquiler
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid