Thorn in my pride
Black Crowes
My angels, my devils, my thorn in my pride.
Are you wanting instiration
You spill your secrets on me
Then you tell me with a whisper
Of things that will never be.
Do you hear me breating?
Does it make you want to scream?
Did you ever like a bad dream?
Sometimes life is obscene.
My angels, my devils, my thorn in my pride.
Are you wanting instiration
You spill your secrets on me
Then you tell me with a whisper
Of things that will never be.
Do you hear me breating?
Does it make you want to scream?
Did you ever like a bad dream?
Sometimes life is obscene.
My angels, my devils, my thorn in my pride.
Izvajalec: Black Crowes