I wore my finest suit of clothes    The sharpest thorn defending the rose    Hot as a pistol, keen as a blade    The sharpest thorn upon parade       And it's the same most every year    Ghosts of the dear departed are near    We raise our glasses and we cheer    Should old acquaintance disappear    Just as we wipe away a tear       Archangel Michael will lead the way    Archangel Gabriel is ready to play    Although we know we must repent    We hit the scene and look for sins    That haven't even been invented       The strongest cage that guards the prize    The longest lash that covers your eyes    A sight no eyes are meant to know    Then on the third day he arose       Archangel Michael will lead the way    Archangel Gabriel is ready to play    Although we know we must repent    We hit the scene and look for sins    That haven't even been invented       So Good and Evil were having a fight    It lasts much longer than any one night    It may last longer than a life    And turn a mistress into a wife       And so confetti fills the air    My head is aching, my pockets are bare    I didn't recognize their warning    Then I wasn't born the sharpest thorn    I wasn't born the sharpest thorn       I wasn't born the sharpest thorn    I wasn't born the sharpest thorn       I wasn’t born the sharpest thorn