Sylvestre Matuschka

Sylvestre Matuschka

Sylvestre Matuschka

One more

Buried nugget

Of the dark history

Of the darkest side of man

Austria, 1931

Hungarian, hero - World War I

Businessman

Family man

"Idealist? Or just plain mad?"

To him, life must be a smash

He blew up trestles and railroad tracks

So he could masturbate

While watching trains wreck

It's a message from God

It's a message from God

It's a message from God

It is my duty

Dynamite

End of the line

Screeching metal

Injured cries

Bombs explode

Up through my spine

I squeeze

I pump

I... spray!

Six years, Vienna jail

Shipped to Hungary, then in World War II

Released, cos the army needs

Experts for demolition teams

Some say that's how he died

Was he in Korea? No one knows

Have any trains wiped out

Near a nursing home in your town?

It is a message from God

Those with eyes shall see

Those with ears shall hear

A prophecy

To the enemy

The world shall belong

To the children

I've done my duty

So all you sexually totalitarian born-again

And blue-nosey horney toads

Remember this:

No matter how many books you ban

No matter how many records you burn

The seeds of fertile fetishes

Are planted at an early age

And some where out there

Some one amongst you

May at this very moment LUST

For derailing trains

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