Cherries In a Box

Cherries in a Box Cherries in a box Foxes hot to trot The angels fall from the mystic clouds Onto the roman ruins on mountaintops Lions Roar Violins weep musical rain drop tears Eaten is the soul of man As the ancient crowds jump and cheer Ero arrests the reporters of his sins Palaces and waltzes saturated in gin As the devil creeps up behind the gate His destiny to change the human conditions fate The skies are dark Chocolate from the child’s sweat Cherries all lined up in a box Ah but will it be us humans next Olive branches hiding lustful deceit The groves of the masses become deplete Never resting, never complete Cherries sour, sold as sweet