Thorn in, my side.
And you live just to pull me down.
Rusted, nail I stepped on.
This infection.

Thorn in my side.
Youæ?®e full,
I think so,
of anger.
You need to sit down,
stay down.

The things you, want but donæ?° get.
Is that fair, I donæ?° think so.
A sure thing, you can count, on.
A big depression.

A thorn in my side.
Youæ?®e full,
I think so,
of anger.
You need to.

Your praise, is two faced,
And youæ?®e,
youæ?®e cut down,
my friend.
Cut Down.

A thorn in my side, thorn in.
A thorn in my side, thorn in.