Hieronymus

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