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Black Crowes: Live in Moscow (The Black Crowes) · Soul Singin': The Best of the Black Crowes (The Black Crowes) · Roots of the Black Crowes (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Lost Crowes (The Black Crowes) · The Lost Crowes (The Black Crowes) · The Boy with the Thorn in His Side (The Smiths) · The World Is a Thorn [CD/DVD] [Deluxe Edition] (Demon Hunter) · Thorn (Antonio Faraò) · The Case of Thorn Mansion (Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen) · The Thorn EP (Siouxsie and the Banshees) – and 90 other albums »


the Messiah and I can't feel broken hope
I'll give you my life and my pride to live through tonight

I will walk through hell in these words I've fell
Striving
I can't feel broken hope
I'll give you my life and my pride to live through tonight

I will walk through hell in these words I've fell
Striving
A black swan
Is born that night
The misty pond
(Has) got a new king
Got a new king
So what can we do
With our lives
When it all begins
It's
Fire of the sun
Flowers crumble into dust
The seed shall scatter and die
Light in her eyes

Pours black on their lives
We gather round
We Lie In The Coffins Of Our Fathers
The Crimson Moon Has No Remorse For Pride
Dark Serenades To These Midnight Skies

Black God Of Sorcery
The Serpent
can't win
But by the time you know and slow
Folks hardly want to say hello
But since we've got our pride we'll survive
We believe in the black beauty
Will walking be a reminder of punches I let by
Will walking be a reminder of punches I let by
I let by
Another thorn in my side
I let by

After
The pride of the soul
Forever guilty
The legion of the fall
Into disgrace

Families have been torn apart and mourn
The silence of defeat
A thorn in
laughing at you assholes
Sticking thorns in my pride like the Black Crowes
Cracking your dome for breakfast, Deck spit
Lava, fresh like the produce
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died
My richest gain, I count but loss
And pour contempt on all my pride

See from
The light of the black moon is shining
In the shadows of nothingness
Damnation will reign
Restless violent roars
Deeper with strength and pride
To the portal
The wild bride lives
In the back of a forest
On a black dark path
Her feet are like tree roots
Her hands of vines
And she holds you and she will
a battle between pride and shame
But I’ve misplaced that sense of fight
This crown of thorns has punched the top my spine
But listen closely as I testify
Underneath this fragile frame
Lives a battle between pride and shame
But I’ve misplaced that sense of fight
This crown of thorns has punched the top my
swallow my pride

We're feeding the black hole
3RD from the sun
A spawn of this system
With a wish and a gun
Drain me bastards
Feed me with lies
self, liberty
Broken into
Pride all over me
Soaring, climbing
Self, god liberty
Broken by ym
Drive to set it free
Fire in my freedom
Hatred in my
I've been through some low valleys
Even though my clothes are torn, my pride is strong
I'm still king in my crown of thorns

I cipher to the team,
I am the earth
Chained to horns
Its ground is my flesh
Pierced by Holy thorns
I am the earth
Burning deep within
It's water is my blood
Blackened by
hope
Black is the color of our death

[Chorus:]
From here we are, from here we are
My hatred lives on through the ages
I surely will die with pride
alone to live my life in harmony
The visitors by night makes this a living nightmare

Deprived of all pride
I've been stripped of all value
Worth
and sons
Were all in the name of civilization

The empty moon saw I was leaving
With pride and hope in my heart
The mountains talk of
Far away dreaming
Through your hair my fingers bleed 
Like a tear and a sunset in the woods 
It's a shame to wish to feel 
But not until... 

Now I see the thorn
at
Yo I'm cruisin' down the ave in my black cadillac
Hey Goombaa, where's it at
I got the Brooklyn pride that's where it's at

[Verse Two: performed by
by nails
My lips are glazed with words of rebirth in praise of death
I grasp for air in the submergence of my own sin
Clinical silence for the seed
Written by: John Mellencamp and George Green
In the shadows of the smokestacks
Through the black snow that lay on the land
Walked home one winter