The boy with the thorn in his hand
Behind the Thorn there lies
A cowardly desire for a win
How can they look into my eyes
And still they don't fear me
How can they hear me fire those shots
And still they don't fear me
And if they don't fear me now
Will they ever fear me?
And if they don't fear me now
Will they ever fear me?
The boy with the thorn in his hand
Behind the Thorn there lies
A plundering desire for a win
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Hush little baby don't you cry, Thorn's gonna sing you a lullaby. Two straight shots to your head, to make sure you wind up stone-cold dead. And if that good ol' Thorn don't kill, Damage Over Time will make sure it will. Fusions and shotguns don't you fret, post mortem kills is what we'll get. And if you're still alive, be-ware. There's plenty more Thorns in the Garden out there.