The Seventh Hour

The Seventh Hour

In the seventh hour, the servant bowed

The feast for beast was devoured, the serpent smiled

In the seventh hour, the mirror uncovered

What has been concealed was revealed and discovered

All in the seventh hour

Good things turn sour

And it really blew my groove. It was Chopin, Mozart, Beethoven. It makes me wanna scream. Bach, Tschaikovsky, violins. Turn it off, that ain't my scene. Well I'm sorry girl, here's my confession. -Let's Get Rocked (Def Leppard)