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