Thorns ft. Bourbon Roulette Lyrics

Here's the tale of a man of shame

Bramble was this heathen's name

He never cared if someone else paid the price

If it was something that he wanted he would not think twice

One day Bramble was a feelin' bold

He went and stole a car he wasn't sold

And late that night he took a soul with that car

The man was singing blues and smoking cheap cigars

A man named Gibbs now asleep in his grave

To Bramble's thorn he'll remain a slave

And Bramble's left to think of what he's torn

Cuz now it's someone's roses who are left to mourn

So we will bear them thorns of theirs

Since they want to be unaware

Cuz you can't escape the cold

If they got thorns deep in their soul

And you can try and tear them out

But they'll fight back and scream and shout:

"You can pull them out but they'll grow back

From the roots planted in my heart."

So we will bear them thorns of theirs

Since they want to be unaware

Cuz you can't escape the cold

If they got thorns deep in their soul

And you can try and tear them out

But they'll fight back and scream and shout:

"You can pull them out but they'll grow back

From the roots planted in my heart."