I don't wanna be myself

Yeah, baby, i just wanna run

You gotta breathe, you bastard, breathe

Whoa yeah, breathe, you bastard, breathe

Straight into the sun, oh



Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego



I shot the sun

This tear of god

I shot the sun, baby



I don't wanna be myself

Well, baby, i just wanna run, oh

You gotta breathe, you bastard, breathe

Whoa yeah, breathe, you bastard, breathe

Straight into the sun



Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego



I shot the sun, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

This tear of god, this tear of god

I shot the sun, baby, oh

This tear of god



A fact of life for all to see

That every heart's a part of me

A fact of life for all to see

That every heart's a part of me



Whoa, whoa yeah, yeah, whoa yeah



Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego



Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego



And i shot the sun

And i shot the sun

And i shot the sun, baby

And i shot the sun, oh yeah



Breathe you bastard, breathe

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego