Soundgarden Black Hole Sun

In my eyes, indisposed In disguise as no one knows Hides the face, lies the snake in The sun in my disgrace Boiling heat, summer stench Neath the black the sky looks dead Call my name through the cream And you ll hear me scream again Black hole sun Won t you come And wash away the rain Black hole sun Won t you come Won t you come Won t you come Stuttering, cold and damp Steal the warm wind tired friend Times are gone for honest men And sometimes far too long for snakes In my shoes, a walking sleep And my