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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As performed by the (gun)smiths!