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Fuzzy Sun Lyrics
What you call a pain
I call weeding out
And what you call the rain
Comes out of my mouth
Fuzzy sun
Gets you one by one
Fuzzy sun
Gets the job well done
Rolling drunks for their cigarettes
Frightening babies that aren’t born yet
You feel I’ve passed you by
You feel that you’ve been robbed
Well nothing will feel worse
Than dying on the job
Fuzzy sun
When you have come undone
Fuzzy sun
A boy must have his fun
A cigarette to brand a baby’s arm
A bit of ash in his face keeps him warm
I call weeding out
And what you call the rain
Comes out of my mouth
Gets you one by one
Fuzzy sun
Gets the job well done
Frightening babies that aren’t born yet
You feel that you’ve been robbed
Well nothing will feel worse
Than dying on the job
When you have come undone
Fuzzy sun
A boy must have his fun
A bit of ash in his face keeps him warm
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Submitted by
ice On Oct 16, 2004
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I really dig this song.... And I agree dying on a job would be the worst fucking feeling in the world. The sun is fuzzy, cigs are enticing for drunkards.
This song says "life goes on" to me.