Give It Up

Son, get the boat, leave it out Why'd you even try insult my intellect Frozen in time like a welfare line Like a noose around my neck We've all seen the cracks in your skull They never see you like a king without a crown I hope your friends and family will have the strength to cut you down And despite, despite yourself You'll be the last good thorn on the rose And in time, in time you'll see You'll make those fucking petals Look like plastic shite you see in shops Or graveyard bins Where the pointless offers made to long dead lovers means nothing To cold dead bones You'll be the last good thorn on the rose All is lost all is gone All we have is just a rock spinning round space And yet you keep your head bowed Down as if your god would know your face You can really think you'll be saved As if maggots were just ghosts that haunt the ground Your fucking angel lost his way Now decomposed without a sound And despite, despite yourself You'll be the last good thorn on the rose And in time, in time you'll see You'll make those fucking petals Look like plastic shite you see in shops Or graveyard bins Where the pointless offers made to long dead lovers means nothing To cold dead bones You'll be the last good thorn on the rose Darling, wont you give it up? You can't win every time