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 death
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

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