(Thanks to Kirk Anderson (kanderso@wheatonma.edu) for the chords)
 
G                                      C
I break a heart in a thousand places, she makes a slur against other races
G                                     C                    D
He rejects all of the unpretty faces, sticks them full of knives
G                                    C
I take a shot at birds flying south, he takes the gun barrel into his mouth
G                                       C              D
She takes a rope and ties up the house, with the kids inside
G                                   C
They just want to curl right up and die
G                            Am   D
Them and us are only passing by
G       C             D                        Em
Hey Hieronymous       I know where your garden grows
F       C          D
I know where your bloody roses bloom
G       C            D                        Em
Hey Hieronymous    Tell me what delights there are
F                  C            D
Right outside this window or inside this room
G                                        C
Just taste the odor of burning skin, the pitchfork tongues and the rot within
    G                                 C           D
The torture victim's wiped-out grin nothing can erase
G                                    C
Somebody's pouring salt on a wound, scooping out monkey's brains with a spoon
G                                   C                 D
Working on warfare up on the moon, that's the latest phase
G                                 C
We just want to curl right up and die
G                           Am   D
You and me are only passing by      (CHORUS)(GUITAR SOLO)
G                                    C
Germans and Turks and English nerks spew out of doorways going beserk
G                                  C               D
Inside of everyone someone lurks, they don't even know
G                                
Bring them all in, yeah, they're welcome here
C                              
You can't sell your work? then cut off your ear
G                                 C              D
Put it right on the table there, all tied up in bows
 
(chorus) (repeat chorus) (outro same as verse)