Darling, better mend your ways and mark this word so well Darling better mend your ways Beware the gates of hell Let me put it all quite bluntly Let me be most direct Be the rose you'd love to hold and the thorn that's in your flesh Mister, better mend your ways The time is growing near The an*lysts keep talking while their hearts fail for fear It's taking inventory of the things that you respect Find the rose you'd love to hold and the thorn that's in your flesh Children's cries are never heard by the needle or the knife
I swear I heard their voices on the other side of life Shall we expose this wisdom to the elements for a test? Show the rose you'd love to hold and the thorn that's in your flesh Prisons and the jailhouses of this worthless currency Brick by brick dismantled by the truth that sets one free Thrust your hand inside the wound It's there for you to inspect Find the rose you'd love to hold and the thorn that's in your flesh