Template:The Sharpest Thorn

I wore my finest suit of clothes

The sharpest thorn defending the rose

Hot as a pistol

Keen as a blade

The sharpest thorn upon parade

And it's the same most every year

Ghosts of the dear departed are near

We raise our glasses and we cheer

Should old acquaintance disappear

Just as we wipe away a tear

Archangel Michael will lead the way

Archangel Gabriel is ready to play

Although we know we must repent

We hit the scene and look for sins

That haven't even been invented

The strongest cage that guards the prize

The longest lash that covers your eyes

A sight no eyes are meant to know

Then on the third day he arose

Archangel Michael will lead the way

Archangel Gabriel is ready to play

Although we know we must repent

We hit the scene and look for sins

That haven't even been invented

So Good and Evil were having a fight

It lasts much longer than any one night

It may last longer than a life

And turn a mistress into a wife

And so confetti fills the air

My head is aching

My pockets are bare

I didn't recognise their warning

Then I wasn't born the sharpest thorn

I wasn't born the sharpest thorn

I wasn't born the sharpest thorn

I wasn't born the sharpest thorn

I wasn't born the sharpest thorn