Crown Of Thorns by Songdog
Crown Of Thorns lyrics
She says she�s feeling woozy and she opens her eyes
And tells me my stubble is scratching her thighs
And somebody�s knocking at the cubicle door,
Ah, I used to regret stuff but I don�t anymore ...
And there�s Kickass Jesus onstage
And his drummer plays in a cage
And there�s heartbreak in the horns
And fresh blood on the crown of thorns
And they crank it up a gear
And Jenny�s sucking on another beer
"Is this man hassling you, honey-pie?"
Asks some tall white rasta guy ......
�Baby, save me,� I said, grabbing her wrist
Like I didn�t know salvation don�t really exist
And I pull her towards me, bury my face in her hair
But she heads for the back, up by the sound-desk
somewhere�..
The gig�s all over in a feedback squall
And I want to hold my woman, that�s all,
But she pulls away from my hand
She�s going backstage to meet the band
And there�s a party at a beach-house somewhere,
All that downtown crowd�ll be there,
So I catch the train home alone,
Blub my goodbyes to her answerphone�.
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