The boy with the thorn in his side
behind the hatred there lies
a murderous desire for love
how can they look into my eyes
and still they don't believe me ?
how can they hear me say those words
still they don't believe me ?
and if they don't believe me now
will they ever believe me ?
and if they don't believe me now
will they ever, they ever, believe me ?
oh no ...
oh ...
The boy with the thorn in his side
behind the hatred there lies
a plundering desire for love
how can they see the love in our eyes
and still they don't believe us ?
and after all this time, ah
they don't want to believe us
and if they don't believe us now
will they ever believe us ?
and when you want to live
how do you start ?
where do you go ?
who do you need to know ?
oh no no no ...

oh ...
oh no ...
oh ...
la ...