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 analysts 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 jail houses
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