Jim O'rourke - Fuzzy Sun lyrics

rate me

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