Roses and thorns

Halos and horns.

Wild china tree

Washed out to the sea

Wheat, rice, and corn

In the eye of the storm.

From we are born

Roses and thorns

We soldier on

Between the halo on the horn.

Down in the trenches

A smile as it dawns

On you.

Your doomsday defenses

Are utterly senseless

In the bright afterglow

Just get on with the show.

How we are torn

Roses and thorns

Memories are born

Between the halo on the horn.

From we are born

Roses and thorns

We soldier on

Between the halo on the horn.

Roses and thorns

Halos and horns.