So the thing is, the guy wanted to be like...you know?
So he asked, "Who is my neighbour?"
There is a boy with a thorn in his side
He cries out in pain yet no one knows why
He cries out for his parents
But they are not there to hear his cries.
There is a boy with a thorn in his side
Sitting on the street by passerbys
He cries out for his siblings, uncles, aunties, family
But they are not there to hear his cries.
There is a boy with a thorn in his side
Sitting on the street as people drive by
He cries out to strangers but no one stops
They all pass by.
Boy with a thorn, yes uh
Boy with a thorn, yes uh
There is a boy with a thorn in his side
Sitting on the sidewalk and people pass by
Alone, he cries out for help and there's no one here left for him.
There is a boy with a thorn in his side
He is now bleeding
And no one knows why
If we can't see it
Are we justified?
Are we justified?
Are we justified?
Are we justified?
Are we justified?
Are we justified?
If we turn a blind eye
Are we justified?
Are we
(chants)
Boy with a thorn, in his side
Cries out in pain, no one knows why
Sits on the street, by passerbys
Cries out for help
Alone he cries
(chants)
Boy with a thorn, in his side
Cries out in pain, no one knows why
Sits on the street, by passerbys
Cries out for help
Alone he cries
They all pass by
They all pass by
Everyone sees him but
They all pass by
They all pass by.
If we turn a blind eye...
There is a boy with a thorn in his side
The boy with the thorn in his side.