Breathe

I don't want to be myself I just want to run. You've got to bleed you bastard bleed. Bleed you bastard bleed. Straight into the sun.
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego. Fifty-five thousadn flowers for the hero scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego. I shot the sun, this tear of God I shot the sun.
I don't want to be myself I just want to run. You've got to bleed you bastard bleed. Bleed you bastard bleed. Straight into the sun.
Fifty-five thousand flowers for a hero scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego. Fifty-five thousadn flowers for the hero scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego. I shot the sun, this tear of God I shot the sun. I shot the sun this tear of God.
A fact of life for all to seeand every heart's a part of me. A fact of life for all to seeand every heart's a part of me.
Fifty-five thousand flowers for a hero scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego. Fifty-five thousand flowers for a hero scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego. I shot the sun, I shot the sun, I shot the sun, I shot the sun.