Breathe

I don't want to be myself

I just want to run

You got to bleed you bastard bleed

Bleed you bastard bleed

Straight into the sun, oh



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

This tear of god

I shot the sun



I don't want to be myself

I just want to run

You got to bleed you bastard bleed

Bleed you bastard bleed

Straight into the sun, oh



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

This tear of god

I shot the sun

I shot the sun

This tear of god



A fact of life for all to see

That every heart's a part of me

A fact of life for all to see

That every heart's a part of me



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



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

I shot the sun

I shot the sun

I shot the sun