The Works of Bartholomew

One thousand two hundred and thirty-four holes
I've drilled into this piece of metal today (Oh, dear)
One thousand two hundred and thirty-five holes
I've drilled into this piece of metal today
"Bartholomew" they say
"You can't go home to your writin'"

Oh, one thousand two hundred and thirty-six holes
I've drilled into this piece of metal today
But one day they will find
They've had a genius all the time
When they read
(The Works of Bartholomew, yeah)

(And I'll be acclaimed)
(All will know my name)
When they read the Works of Bartholomew
(And believe I'll be)
(Immortality)
When they read the Works of Bartholomew

One thousand two hundred and thirty-seven holes
I've drilled into this piece of metal today (Oh, dear)
So many holes I've drilled day in, day out
Et cetera, et cetera in pieces of metal this way
Why won't they let me go back home
Go back, back to my writin'?

But the time will come along
And they'll discover they were wrong
When they read
(The Works of Bartholomew, yeah)

(And they'll change their minds)
(They will change their minds)
When they read the Works of Bartholomew
(For eternity)
(They will talk of me)
And they will treasure the Works of Bartholomew
(And they'll change their minds, and they'll change their minds)
(They will change their minds, they will change their minds)
(And they'll change their minds, and they'll change their minds)
(They will change their minds, they will change their minds)