Текст: Biohazard. Mata Leao. Thorn.

I got this thorn in my side, I try but can't get it out
Been killing me for years gone by a miserable, painful bout
No matter how hard and long I try to rip at it, it stays
Buried deep inside my side enduring, every day

Thorn in my side, thorn in my side

I've picked the scab, a trying way, a painful means to amend
Rid myself from the anguish, torment that I must end
I've lived this way for years but now I gotta move on
An oozing sore needs tending to just like the thorn I adorn

Thorn in my side, thorn in my side

Misused, abused, accused, confused
I'm sick and tired of backwards views
My souls too tired, all black and bruised
I'm sick and tired of backwards views
My souls too tired, all black and bruised

Thorn in my side, thorn in my side