Eleven

Hieronymus

Eleven


Sitting on the tree of knowledge
Even madness has frustrations 
Flowers but no grass in Holland 
Full of twisted inspiration 
On the third day of Creation 
All that was had never been 
Feathered beast of dark mutation 
Living in a fountain and watching the streams 
Hieronymus are you sure you were one of us? 
Hanging in musician's hell 
Sharpest ears you've ever seen 
In the pumpkin bridal chamber 
All distortion makes it clean 
Girls and boys have got their own rock 
Solid ground for flying fish 
Come and join the celebration 
Take the brush and make it all 
Become as you wish