[5.2 Users: Lead II (sawtooth)]

Don't

come

clo

ser,

cuz

it

aint

safe

here.

Just

turn

a

round

now

and

walk

a

way

I've

got

to

tell

you

there

are

no

rules

here.

Some

times

I

won

der

what

goes

on

here,

be

hind

those

eyes.

When

a

prom

ise

is

bro

ken

and

no

one

trusts

you.

And

young

ones

cry

ing

with

their

head

in

their

hands

When

you

talk

a

bout

sav

ing

the

souls

of

the

faith

ful.

You

can't

help

but

think

ing

you've

got

blood

on

yer

hands

From

a

cross

of

thorns

Cross

of

thorns

Tongues

of

fi

re,

al

ways

talk

ing.

Was

ted

words

that

ring

in

my

ears.

We're

still

wait

ing,

los

ing

pa

tience.

With

all

the

lies

of

four

hun

dred

years

I've

got

to

tell

you

there

are

no

rules

here.

Some

times

I

won

der

what

goes

on

here,

be

hind

those

eyes.

When

a

prom

is

is

bro

ken

and

no

one

trusts

you.

And

young

ones

cry

ing

with

their

head

in

their

hands

When

you

talk

a

bout

sav

ing

the

souls

of

the

faith

ful.

You

can't

help

but

think

ing

you've

blood

on

yer

hands

We

gave

you

yes

ter

day

and

now

you

want

to

day

Oh,

from

the

hands

of

death

we

take

our

dai

ly

bread

Now

all

we

do

is

choke

and

the

words

that

you

once

spoke

fade

a

way

fade

a

way

Look

at

what

you've

done

It's

a

cross

of

thorns

cross

of

thorns

Take

a

way

oh

it's

cross

of

thorns

Look

at

what

you've

done

Oh

Look

at

what

you've

done

it's

cross

of

thorns

When

a

prom

ises

is

bro

ken

and

no

one

trusts

you