We hate the sun We hate the sun We hate the sun We hate the sun [all together singing softly, almost like a nursery rhyme] We hate the sun, we’ve always known, We hate the bird who sings the dawn. We hate the day, from skin to bone, We’ll keep the dark, and leave him alone. We hate the sun We hate the sun We hate the sun We hate the sun Never let him crow. Never let him crow. Never let him crow. Never let him crow. [A low hum, then silence.] NEVER LET HIM CROW
