Amongst the goods   And high explosives   Men, women and children make their way      Accross the woods   Where the troll lives   Who never sees the light of day      I'm making my home   My little passion pit   In the middle of other people's brains   Nickel, chrome   And iron and hit   By heat and light and heavy rain      There's nothing like the sun   There's nothing like the sun   Trough the window coming in   There's nothing like the sun   There's nothing like the sun   And the sunlight on your skin      We drove   Past the jailhouse   Past the judgement, past the crime   Along the cove   Along the giant's eyebrows   Well, I wasn't in service at that time      I ran   On a high wire   Stayed focused on the pain   From the frying pan   And into the fire   And into rehab and back again      There's nothing like the sun   There's nothing like the sun   Trough the window coming in   There's nothing like the sun   There's nothing like the sun   And the sunlight on your skin      I'll quit   And make a way   I'll do that on a rainy day   I'll quit   I'll make way   But only on a rainy day