Crown of Thorns (Live)

You ever hear the story of Mr. Faded Glory?

Say he who rides a pony must someday fall

I've been talkin' to my alter, says "Life is what you make it

And if you make it death well rest your soul away, away, away"

It's a broken kind of feeling, she'd have to tie me to the ceiling

A bad moon's comin', better say your prayers

I wanna tell her that I love her, but does it really matter?

I just can't stand to see you dragging down again, again, again

So I'm singing, oh this is my kinda love

It's the kind that moves on

It's some kind that leaves me alone, you know

Oh this is my kinda love

It's the kind that moves on

It's the kind that leaves me alone

I used to treat you like a lady, now you're my substitute teacher

This bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty sight

I owe the man some money, so I'm turnin over honey

Yes, Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin' time, yeah

This is my kinda love

It's the kind that moves on

It's the kind that leaves me alone

Now this is my kinda love

It's the kind that moves on

It's the kind that, it's the kind that

Leaves me alone

Like a crown of thorns

It's all who you know

So don't burn your bridges, woman

'Cause someday, yeah

So I'm singing

This is my kinda love

It's the kind that moves on

It's the kind that leaves you alone, yeah

This is my kinda love

It's the kind that moves on

It's the kind that, kind that leaves me alone

Like a crown of thorns

It's all who you know

Come on, come on, come on

Don't burn your bridges, woman