Sylvestre Matuschka
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Sylvestre Matuschka
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One more
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Buried nugget
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Of the dark history
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Of the darkest side of man
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Austria, 1931
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Hungarian hero-World War I
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Businessman
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Family man
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"Idealist? Or just plain mad?"
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To him, life must be a smash
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He blew up trestles and railroad tracks
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So he could masturbate
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While watching trains wreck
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It's a message from God
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It's a message from God
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It's a message from God
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It is my duty
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Dynamite
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End of the line
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Screeching metal
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Injured cries
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Bombs explode
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Up through my spine
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I squeeze
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I pump
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I...spray!
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Six years, Vienna jail
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Shipped to Hungary, then in World War II
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Released, 'cos the army needs
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Experts for demolition teams
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Som sy that's how he died
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Was he in Korea? No one knows
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Have any trains wiped out
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Near a nursing home in your town?
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It is a message from God
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Those with eyes shall see
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Those with ears shall hear
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A prophecy
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To the enemy
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The world shall belong
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To the children
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I've done my duty
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So all you sexually totalitarian born-again
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And blue-nosey horney toads
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Remember this:
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No matter how many books you bn
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No matter how many records you burn
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The seeds of fertile fetishes
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Are planted at an early age
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And some where out there
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Some one amongst you
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May at this very moment LUST
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For derailing trains
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Sylvestre Matuschka
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