The rubber orange Unger sun
A fastitious basstard of a sun
The bastard Sunday sun
A sun sundae on Sunday, surreptitious
The repetitious sun, coming up the sky again
Nearly the same goddamn place everyday
But today it's a comet streaking west in a cloud of steam
It's too low, it's Icarus in reverse, getting too close to the earth
Licarus, the boy escaping from the sun
Flew too close to the earth,
And drowned in the mud