[Chorus]
The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A murderous desire
For love, love

[Verse 1]
How can they look into my eyes
And still they don't believe me?
How can they hear me say those words
Still they don't believe me?
And if they don't believe me now
Will they ever believe me?
And if they don't believe me now
Will they ever believe me?
Oh-ohh
Ohh-oh, ohh-oh, ohh-ohh

[Chorus]
The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A plundering desire
For love, love, love

[Verse 2]
How can they look into our eyes
And still they don't believe us?
And after all this time
They don't want to believe us
And if they don't believe us now
Will they ever believe us?
And when you want to live, how do you start?
Where do you go? Who do you need to know?
Oh, ohh
Oh, ohh, oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Outro]
Oh, woah-woah
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh
The boy, the boy
Murderous desire for love, love, love

[Part 2]

[Verse]
Oh yeah
Alright, the boy-boy-boy-boy
Boy with the thorn in his side

[Outro, improvised]
Alright
Boy boy boy
With the thorn in his side
The hatred there lies
A murderous murder, murder, murder
Murderous desire for love, love, love
[?]

[Outro, spoken]
Hell no
No, I got criticized-
I got like got majorly, majorly faced
From fuckin' Peter Watrous' review that Gods and Monsters show
And he said, "He embarrassed himself with- by doing a Jamaican patois; it was embarrassing at best."
So let's stop that shit
And all the [?] in my neighborhood think it's like racist and I just, I never hear the end of it
No, I can't
But I- so I do it in private
When I die you'll find all these fuckin' basement tapes of me just doing fuckin' reggae for days
And then those same people pick up their goddamn folky guitars and go y'know "I went down to the porch last night, with my dead dog Rufus yeah-hea"
Oh, that ain't gonna be no f-
They'll be offering you big fuckin' piles of coke to get those second takes
Okay