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Don’t come closer, cos it ain’t safe here,
Just turn around now and walk away.
I’ve gotta tell you, there are no rules here,
Sometimes I wonder, what goes on there,
Behind those-eyes.
Chorus:
When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
Young ones crying with their heads in their hands,
When you talk about saving, the souls of the faithful,
You can’t help thinking, you’ve got blood on your
Hands.
From a cross of thorns.
Tongues of fire always talking, wasted words that
Ring in my ears.
We’re still waiting, losing patience, will all the
Lies of, 400 houndred years.
I’ve got to tell you, there are no rules here,
Sometimes I wonder, what goes on there,
Behind those-eyes.
Chorus
We gave you yesterday, and now you want to-day,
Oh, from the hands of death we take our daily bread,
Now all we do is choke, and the words that you once
Spoke, fade away.
Look at what you’ve done, oh, it’s a cross of thorns.
Take away, this cross of thorns, look at what you’ve
Done.
It’s a cross of thorns, cross of thorns.
When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
You’ve got blood on your hands, from a cross of
Thorns.
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Lyrics: Black Sabbath
