They wound on through the hills for 15 days Suffering every fool that crossed their paths On their way I don't think they were looking For diamonds, silver or gold They were aiming for the Pistols and the Byrds That flew above them in the heavy metal sky They come down from the north In their waterproof clothes Nothing in their pockets but faith That in the not too distant future They'd be walking tall You say it's alright now But the weatherman says snow, hail and rain That crown of thorns suits you, son When can we all get another one It's the least the gods can do To help us all see this winter through Just like a rose should Just like a rose should Now come sun down start of week three They'd reached the outskirts of town They didn't need anybody to tell them What was going down No clowns And bringing up the rear, fat fingers in the till The country boy with thirty-three-point-three Recurring nightmares He's no partner in crime You say it's all right now But the sergeant thinks the situation stinks That crown of thorns suits you, son When can we all get another one It's the least the gods can do To help us all see this winter through Just like a rose should Just like a rose should Looking down into the valley, the city below Slept between the stars and the waxing moon That hung above them Beneath the wide arm of the sky They didn't have what it took to be shallow, Repetitive careerist fools Couldn't re-package the brand and profiteer Just grit their teeth And remain sincere You say it's alright now But the Chaplain says ready the grave That crown of thorns suits you, son When can we all get another one It's the least the gods can do To help us all see this winter through Just like a rose should Yeah, just like a rose Keep us faithful until d**h Calm in danger Patient in suffering Merciful and brave True to our king our colours and country And if it be thy will enable us to win Enable us to win