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