| My head is in a black frame | 
| Got your words all over my grave | 
| He was a picture like no one would believe | 
| With a hit flask and a white mask | 
| A flame head and an empty bed, I | 
| Walked a mile out of town just to see | 
| Gravel 'neath the portrait | 
| Your paint covering up the crack, so cracked up | 
| If your coming back to visit me | 
| He was the wealthiest poor man | 
| And he was the emptiest tunnel | 
| 'Neath the dark, darkest river to the sea | 
| You were my black thorn | 
| Underneath my ground and now my | 
| My shaking hands forever bleed | 
| Forever bleed | 
| Forever bleed | 
| With a flat hat and a sharpened | 
| Nose a body that crumbled under | 
| The cold and the wind and hail | 
| And rain of our bitter streets | 
| He called me sweetheart | 
| I sold him my soul in return | 
| For his charm and he used | 
| My pain to suck my blood | 
| To suck my blood | 
| He came back twice and | 
| I wore him like an old shirt | 
| Wrapped me up and cut up my | 
| Skin and made me weep, weep, weep weep | 
| Oh, my head is in a black frame | 
| Got your words branded on my brain | 
| I went insane so he could feel like a man again | 
| You were my black thorn | 
| Underneath my ground and now | 
| My shaking hands forever bleed | 
| Forever bleed | 
| Forever bleed | 
| And | 
| You were my black thorn | 
| Underneath my ground and now | 
| My shaking hands forever bleed | 
| Oh and I say it to you | 
| You were my black thorn | 
| Underneath my ground and now | 
| My shaking hands forever bleed | 
| Forever bleed | 
| Forever bleed | 
| Forever bleed | 
| Forever bleed | 
| Forever bleed | 
| Forever bleed |