Rose Thorn
Rebellion Blooms: Unveiling the Thorny Truth in The Offenders' Rose
Lyrics
Does it hurt my feelings?
Expressing concern about potential emotional pain.
It's still sticking in my head
A lingering thought or memory that persists in the mind.
Just for us, just for the workers
Highlighting a shared experience specifically for the working class.
Another new election, we're getting sold again
Commenting on a recurring cycle of new elections and disillusionment.
Just for us, just for the workers
Reiterating the focus on the working class in the face of political changes.
I think I have the feeling coming underneath
Sensing a growing emotion or realization.
It hurts just when I touch it
Describing physical pain upon contact.
I feel it in my skin
Feeling a profound impact on one's identity.
It's getting in my blood, it's running through my veins
Symbolizing the infiltration of external influences into one's core.
I don't care what people say
Rejecting societal judgments and opinions.
We will never let it go
Declaring a commitment to holding onto certain beliefs.
It's in our heart like a rose thorn
Comparing a deep-seated belief to a thorn in a rose.
Deep inside like a rose thorn
Emphasizing the internal and hidden nature of this belief.
Does it hurt my feelings while it's still sticking in my head?
Repeating the inquiry about emotional pain and persistent thoughts.
You sold us, you sold the workers
Accusing the selling out of the working class.
The poor die fast while the rich just spend
Highlighting social inequality and its consequences.
You sold us, you sold the workers
Reiterating the betrayal of the working class.
If you are born with nothing, just take what you need
Advocating for the marginalized to take what they need for survival.
In whatever way you're gonna succeed
Endorsing any means for the disadvantaged to achieve success.
I do believe it's more than fair, then call me left for all I care
Defending a left-leaning perspective and dismissing criticism.
I won’t suffer any longer
Declaring a refusal to endure suffering any longer.
You’ve beat me ’til I can just raise my finger
Describing physical abuse but asserting resilience.
No matter how hard you ride us
Resisting oppression despite increasing pressure.
You’re running outta ways to divide us
Noting the diminishing effectiveness of divisive tactics.
We’ll scream and shout about how we feel
Expressing a collective voice against injustice and oppression.
Down among all the concrete and steel
Referencing the challenges faced in urban environments.
You can’t tear it away old friend
Asserting resilience against attempts to break one's spirit.
‘Cos I’m a free bird, not a battery hen!
Claiming personal freedom and autonomy.
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