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
Shoot the sun, sun
Well I wanna buy a gun
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
Shoot the sun, sun
Well I wanna buy a gun
Shoot the sun
Writer(s): Dallon Weekes, Mike Gross
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