Throws - Sun Gun

Goodbye to walking anywhere
We won't need our feet
Goodbye to the sherbet people
You used to taste so sweet
It's time for the sun gun

Leave behind the fresh juices
They won't keep long like Lucy
Trashing all of the books you read
Clearing a space in your head
It's time for the sun gun
Bring out the sun gun

Oh, nothing in the madness here
Will ever educate you wrong
It's something like the midnight sun
It drags you on

Kicking and screaming through
Thе blur of everything you do
Therе's really nothing to it
Flick my switch and run
Into the midnight sun

Hey, the crazy and the beautiful
Colliding in a cloud of stars
The crowd is getting restless
They need something else
A technicolour of delight
The joy of getting lost at night
There's really nothing to it
Shake it bright and run
Into the midnight sun

Take out the rubbish, change the sheets
DIY is hard to beat
Seal the window, keep the heat
Seal in the face you used to be
Goodbye to walking anywhere
We won't need our feet
Goodbye to the sherbet people
You used to taste so sweet
It's time for the sun gun
Bring out the sun gun
Break out the sun gun