| Song | The Sharpest Thorn |
| Artist | Elvis Costello |
| Album | The River In Reverse |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Costello, Toussaint | |
| I wore my finest suit of clothes | |
| The sharpest thorn defending the rose | |
| Hot as a pistol | |
| Keen as a blade | |
| The sharpest thorn upon parade | |
| And it's the same most every year | |
| Ghosts of the dear departed are near | |
| We raise our glasses and we cheer | |
| Should old acquaintance disappear | |
| Just as we wipe away a tear | |
| Archangel Michael will lead the way | |
| Archangel Gabriel is ready to play | |
| Although we know we must repent | |
| We hit the scene and look for sins | |
| That haven't even been invented | |
| The strongest cage that guards the prize | |
| The longest lash that covers your eyes | |
| A sight no eyes are meant to know | |
| Then on the third day he arose | |
| Archangel Michael will lead the way | |
| Archangel Gabriel is ready to play | |
| Although we know we must repent | |
| We hit the scene and look for sins | |
| That haven't even been invented | |
| So Good and Evil were having a fight | |
| It lasts much longer than any one night | |
| It may last longer than a life | |
| And turn a mistress into a wife | |
| And so confetti fills the air | |
| My head is aching | |
| My pockets are bare | |
| I didn't recognise their warning | |
| Then I wasn't born the sharpest thorn | |
| I wasn't born the sharpest thorn | |
| I wasn't born the sharpest thorn | |
| I wasn't born the sharpest thorn | |
| I wasn't born the sharpest thorn |
| zuo ci : Costello, Toussaint | |
| I wore my finest suit of clothes | |
| The sharpest thorn defending the rose | |
| Hot as a pistol | |
| Keen as a blade | |
| The sharpest thorn upon parade | |
| And it' s the same most every year | |
| Ghosts of the dear departed are near | |
| We raise our glasses and we cheer | |
| Should old acquaintance disappear | |
| Just as we wipe away a tear | |
| Archangel Michael will lead the way | |
| Archangel Gabriel is ready to play | |
| Although we know we must repent | |
| We hit the scene and look for sins | |
| That haven' t even been invented | |
| The strongest cage that guards the prize | |
| The longest lash that covers your eyes | |
| A sight no eyes are meant to know | |
| Then on the third day he arose | |
| Archangel Michael will lead the way | |
| Archangel Gabriel is ready to play | |
| Although we know we must repent | |
| We hit the scene and look for sins | |
| That haven' t even been invented | |
| So Good and Evil were having a fight | |
| It lasts much longer than any one night | |
| It may last longer than a life | |
| And turn a mistress into a wife | |
| And so confetti fills the air | |
| My head is aching | |
| My pockets are bare | |
| I didn' t recognise their warning | |
| Then I wasn' t born the sharpest thorn | |
| I wasn' t born the sharpest thorn | |
| I wasn' t born the sharpest thorn | |
| I wasn' t born the sharpest thorn | |
| I wasn' t born the sharpest thorn |
| zuò cí : Costello, Toussaint | |
| I wore my finest suit of clothes | |
| The sharpest thorn defending the rose | |
| Hot as a pistol | |
| Keen as a blade | |
| The sharpest thorn upon parade | |
| And it' s the same most every year | |
| Ghosts of the dear departed are near | |
| We raise our glasses and we cheer | |
| Should old acquaintance disappear | |
| Just as we wipe away a tear | |
| Archangel Michael will lead the way | |
| Archangel Gabriel is ready to play | |
| Although we know we must repent | |
| We hit the scene and look for sins | |
| That haven' t even been invented | |
| The strongest cage that guards the prize | |
| The longest lash that covers your eyes | |
| A sight no eyes are meant to know | |
| Then on the third day he arose | |
| Archangel Michael will lead the way | |
| Archangel Gabriel is ready to play | |
| Although we know we must repent | |
| We hit the scene and look for sins | |
| That haven' t even been invented | |
| So Good and Evil were having a fight | |
| It lasts much longer than any one night | |
| It may last longer than a life | |
| And turn a mistress into a wife | |
| And so confetti fills the air | |
| My head is aching | |
| My pockets are bare | |
| I didn' t recognise their warning | |
| Then I wasn' t born the sharpest thorn | |
| I wasn' t born the sharpest thorn | |
| I wasn' t born the sharpest thorn | |
| I wasn' t born the sharpest thorn | |
| I wasn' t born the sharpest thorn |