Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

We all bout to die.

In my eyes, indisposed

In disguises no one knows

Hides the face, lies the snake

The sun in my disgrace

Boiling heat, summer stench

'Neath the black the sky looks dead

Call my name through the cream

And I'll hear you scream again

Black hole sun

Won't you come

And wash away the rain

Black hole sun

Won't you come

Won't you come (won't you come)

Stuttering, cold and damp

Steal the warm wind tired friend

Times are gone for honest men

And sometimes far too long for snakes

In my shoes, a walking sleep

And my youth I pray to keep

Heaven sent hell away

No one sings like you anymore

Black hole sun

Won't you come

And wash away the rain

Black hole sun

Won't you come

Won't you come

Black hole sun

Won't you come

And wash away the rain

Black hole sun

Won't you come

Won't you…