Hands on one cover, upon the throne
[?], his blood is bruised
The world will never heal
There is no more rumours there
Why do all the people stare
Perhaps it is the robbers there
But the crowd don’t care
A crown of thorns [?], seems familiar
A rope of guilt can never leave
And the scapegoat never dies
Always stronger to the rest
Always runs like a bay
Sedition spreads so slowly
But the crowd won’t pray
Straight in the eye, with John F. K
The kid’s alright, the kid’s okay
At least that’s what the people say
Where were you when Saigon fell?
People crying, and run like hell
But justice never sell
But the crowd don’t care
They don’t care
They don’t care
Hammer the nails, and hammer the cross
I’ll do it for you, whatever the cost
A few good knocks, rebuild this hole
I’m gonna knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock!
Straight in the eye, with John F. K
The kid’s alright, the kid’s okay
At least that’s what the people say
Where were you when Saigon fell?
People crying, and run like hell
But justice never sell
But the crowd won’t pray
They won’t pray
They won’t pray
They won’t pray
There’s nothing more, there’s nothing
There’s nothing more, there’s nothing
There’s nothing more, there’s nothing
(I’m gonna knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock!) There’s nothing more, there’s nothing
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The Second Coming (UK) Lyrics – Thorns