The sky has been cut open By the sleet and rain and wind. I slam into the dead end Of another 3a.m.
My head is thick with things unsaid My tongue is slick with booze. I stumble drunk into the night Back to my little room.
My sock soaks up the slush in through The crater on my shoe. As my foot turns numb with cold I find I think of you.
I wanna be I wanna be I wanna be The thorn in your side!
I don’t want love I don’t want tenderness I wanna be The thorn in your side!
2. When you lay your head down In the deep of the night, Do you feel a bristle In the small of your spine?
Urgent clawing fingers Cannot reach it. You pinch and scratch and pull It just goes deeper.
Does the constant throbbing Grate your bleak and sorry soul? Would you bed a stranger Just so’s not to be alone?
I wanna be I wanna be I wanna be The thorn in your side!
I don’t want joy I don’t want merriment I wanna be The thorn in your side!
3. Is there someone in your dreams That will not let you sleep? Is your nightmare faceless dear, Or does it look like me? How much does it hurt? I wanna know! Tell me I’m the barb that sticks you Right down to the bone! Tell me you can’t take much more Of pincers to your flesh. Tell me you can’t sleep at night, So I can finally rest!
I wanna be I wanna be I wanna be The thorn in your side
I am compelled By one desire: I wanna be The thorn in your side!