It’s an eclipse or is it night?
I know that something just ain’t right
Where’s my senses, where’s my sight?
This is giving me a fright
It’s too dark, nothing’s right
And it’s zero Fahrenheit
Where’s the switch, where’s the light?
Where’s my case of dynamite?
I can scratch, I can bite
I ain’t staying without a fight

It’s cold as hell and I can’t take it anymore
There’s a bunch of stiffs just a-lyin’ on the floor
These punks around me, getting to be a bore
This ain’t no fun
Bring on the Sun

It is freezing, it is cold
And it’s starting to get old
I can’t see, am I being trolled?
It’s like I’m wearing a blindfold
Where’s my senses? They’ve been sold
There is nothing to behold
What is happening in the fold?
Is it something to behold?
Get a grip, get ahold
‘Cos I’m starting to get bold

This frozen dump, you know it ain’t my kind of town
I say that like there ain’t no one else around
The thought of me staying here is dragging my ass down
It’s time to run
Bring on the Sun

Why the hell is it so dark?
Why can’t someone light a spark?
This ain’t no joke, it ain’t no lark
Why is everything so stark?
I need to make that power arc
You can be sure that I won’t narc
I’m gonna bite, I’m gonna bark
And I’ll be thrashing like a shark
I’m gonna need to make my mark
And this one’s going out of the park

This freezing pit, it ain’t never gonna last
There ain’t no way this party’s ever been a blast
Someone better be getting my ass out of here damn fast
You don’t want none
Bring on the Sun

There’s something going on right now that’s got me up a tree
It is cold and dark and stupid for as far as I can see
If these clowns around weren’t brain dead, then I think they would agree
That it is time for me to break some chains and let myself go free

I’m gonna rise up, throw down, shoot the moon,
Strike back, revolt, it’s coming soon
Get outta my way, you’re not immune
And that’s a guarantee
And you can be damn certain that the sun will come with me

There’s not a light up in the sky
And no one here can tell me why
“Where the hell’s the Sun?” I cry,
But I ain’t getting no reply
I know they want me to comply
I’m getting ready to defy
I got my fists, they’re gonna fly
Somebody’s getting a black eye
So, step right up, don’t be shy
And you can be the first to die

This icebox here, well, you know it ain’t my scene
I couldn’t give a damn if I come across as mean
I’m making me a break and it’s gonna be real clean
You know I’m done
Bring on the Sun