Rose Thorns (acoustic original)

 

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Lyrics:

Your deeds don’t match what you just said.

Deep down on death row is where you’ll head.

You drugged your wife and left her dead.

Before she died, she wrote your name

Across her wrist, fool, said you’re to blame.

With red rose thorns, she won the game.

(chorus)

 

Chorus:

You’ll watch the paint chip off old cinder blocks.

You’ll pace in a cage when they let you walk.

Their jeers and taunts will blacken your soul.

A bloody thorn avenged the life you stole.

 

Your mistress helped force feed the pills.

She urged you on, punk.  You found the will.

To hide your shame, you chose to kill.

Thought you were sharp?  How does it feel?

Your mistress told all, made a plea deal.

Confess or know your fate is sealed.

(chorus)