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.