Pulp

I used to hate the sun because it shone on everything i'd done.
Made me feel that all that i had done was overfill the ashtray of my life.
All my achievements in days of yore range from pathetic
To piss-poor, but all that's gonna change.
Because here comes sunrise. yeah, here's your sunrise.
I used to hide from the sun, tried to live my whole life underground.
Why'd you have to rise & ruin all my fun?