Thorn
Biohazard
Mata Leao (1996)

I got this thorn in my side,
I try but I can't get it out
Been killing me for years gone by
A miserable, painful bout
No matter how hard and long I try to rip at it
It stays buried deep inside my side enduring every day
Thorn - in my side
I've picked the scab, a trying way
A painful means to amend
Rid myself from the anguish
Torment that I must end
I've lived this way for years
But now I gotta move on
An oozing sore needs tending
To just like the thorn I adorn
Misused, abused, accused, confused
I'm sick and tired of backwards views
My soul's too tired all black and bruised