Sunny Day In Hell

I woke up today, to hear the weather man say It was gonna be another sunny day in hell. Now this got stuck in my hand and I just don't understand How this got me through life but I'm still here. So they stole my memory with the pictures on TV And I sat through it and I took it on the chin Now I sit here passively, smoking like a chimney, And I wonder sometimes where it all went south On a sunny day in hell, a sunny day in hell On a sunny day in hell, a sunny day in hell So they got me to my feet and pushed me out onto the street In a taxi cab to a waiting room I sped When in her Sunday clothes, passed a girl named Anna Rose Who said look up when I was looking low On a sunny day in hell, a sunny day in hell On a sunny day in hell, a sunny day in hell For the times when I forgotten, when you called me Johnny Rotten And then told me you'd be sittin' in the sun Down at the riverside where I can sit and hide And think about somethings I haven't done. On a sunny day in hell, a sunny day in hell