| I break a heart in a thousand places, she makes a slur against other races
|
| He rejects all of the unpretty faces, sticks them full of knives
|
| I take a shot at birds flying south, he takes the gun barrel into his mouth
|
| She takes a rope and ties up the house, with the kids inside;
|
| They just want to curl right up and die
|
| Them and us are only passing by
|
| Hey Hieronymous — I know where your garden grows
|
| I know where your bloody roses bloom
|
| Hey Hieronymous — tell me what delights there are
|
| Right outside this window or inside this room
|
| Just taste the odor of burning skin, the pitchfork tongues and the rot within
|
| The torture victim’s wiped-out grin nothing can erase
|
| Somebody’s pouring salt on a wound, scooping out monkey’s brains with a spoon
|
| Working on warfare up on the moon, that’s the latest phase;
|
| We just want to curl right up and die
|
| You and me are only passing by
|
| Hey Hieronymous — I know where your garden grows
|
| I know where your bloody roses bloom
|
| Hey Hieronymous — tell me what delights there are
|
| Right outside this window or inside this room
|
| Germans and turks and English nerks spew out of doorways going beserk
|
| Inside of everyone someone lurks, they don’t even know
|
| Bring them all in, yeah, they’re welcome here
|
| You can’t sell your work? |
| — then cut off your ear
|
| Put it right on the table there, all tied up in bows
|
| Hey Hieronymous — I know where your garden grows
|
| I know where your bloody roses bloom
|
| Hey Hieronymous — tell me what delights there are
|
| Right outside this window or inside this room |