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