Graham Parker
OK Hieronymus
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 Hieronymus, I know where your garden grows
I know where your bloody roses bloom
Hey Hieronymus, 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 Hieronymus, I know where your garden grows
I know where your bloody roses bloom
Hey Hieronymus, 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 Hieronymus, I know where your garden grows
I know where your bloody roses bloom
Hey Hieronymus, tell me what delights there are
Right outside this window or inside this room