When, when we were young
We had no history
So nothing to lose
Meant we could choose
Choose what we wanted then
Without any fear
Or thought of revenge

Then we grew old
And I lost my ambition
So I gained an addiction
To drink and depression
(They are mine,
My only [bad word] friends
And I'll keep them with me
Until the very end)

I'd choose not to remember
But I miss your arrogance
And I need your intelligence
And your hate for authority

But now you're gone
I read it today
They found you in Spain
Face down in the street
With a bottle in your hand
And a wild smile on your face
And a knife in your back
You died in a foreign land

And they found my letter
Rolled up in your pocket
Where I said I'd kill myself
If she left me again

So now she's gone
And you're both in my mind
I've got one thing to say
Before I am [bad word] again:
God [bad word] the sun
God [bad word] the sun
God [bad word] anyone
That says a kind word
God [bad word] the sun
God [bad word] the sun
God [bad word] the light it shines
And this world it shows
God [bad word] the sun