Texty:
Crash Thorn In My Side

The stable hands waving away this stormy affair (ea-hee) like we wouldn't care The stable hands tearing away this thorn in my side you by my side But

I a thorn in the side? Am I a picture perfect subject tonight? And I don't need nobody And I don't need the weight of words to find a way To crash on

My too far gone mastodon senses inspect relentless For fitted boogie systems with crook addictions Well sure my crown is formed of thorns Yea but my thorns

, if you're gonna bring me roses, scar tissue's settlin right where the other thorn is don't come around here, if you're gonna leave me hopeless scar tissues settlin, right where the other thorn

My too far gone mastodon senses inspect relentless For fitted boogie systems and crook addictions Well sure my crown is formed of thorns Yea but my thorns

things you said to me, for all the good that you have ever done. Without you you, what would I be, you're the gas upon my flames, my love and rage are

the things you said to me, for all the good that you have ever done. Will you, what would I be, all the gas upon my flames, my love and rage all roll

on getting louder and louder. Grand delusions rub my ego so raw. I wasn't burn with this thorn in my side, no. I stole every kiss from the sight of the crash

thorn in my side Give yourself up Like there's nothing to hide [Chorus:] You obey I said get out of my way You obey I said get out of my way Crash