I don't want to be myself,



Yeah baby,



I just want to run,







You gotta' breathe you bastard, breathe



Oh yeah,



You gotta' breathe you bastard, breathe



Straight into the sun.







Ow!







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,



His tear a gun,



I shot the sun,



His tear a gun baby!







I don't want to be myself,



Yeah baby,



I just want to run,







You gotta' breathe you bastard, breathe



Oh yeah,



You gotta' 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,



Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,



His tear a gun,



I shot the sun baby,



His tear a gun.







A fact of life for all to see,



That every part's



a part of me.



A fact of life for all to see,



That every part's



a part of me.







Yeah, yeah, yeeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhh!







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.