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