OK Hieronymus - Graham Parker

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