image Crown Of Thorns She says she’s feeling woozy and she opens her eyes And tells me my stubble is scratching her thighs And somebody’s knocking at the cubicle door, Ah, I used to regret stuff but I don’t anymore ... And there’s Kickass Jesus onstage And his drummer plays in a cage And there’s heartbreak in the horns And fresh blood on the crown of thorns And they crank it up a gear And Jenny’s sucking on another beer "Is this man hassling you, honey-pie?" Asks some tall white rasta guy ...... “Baby, save me,” I said, grabbing her wrist Like I didn’t know salvation don’t really exist And I pull her towards me, bury my face in her hair But she heads for the back, up by the sound-desk somewhere….. The gig’s all over in a feedback squall And I want to hold my woman, that’s all, But she pulls away from my hand She’s going backstage to meet the band And there’s a party at a beach-house somewhere, All that downtown crowd’ll be there, So I catch the train home alone, Blub my goodbyes to her answerphone…. [ Back ]