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Sylvestre MatuschkaSylvestre MatuschkaOne moreBuried nuggetOf the dark historyOf the darkest side of manAustria, 1931Hungarian, hero - World War IBusinessmanFamily man"Idealist? Or just plain mad?"To him, life must be a smashHe blew up trestles and railroad tracksSo he could masturbateWhile watching trains wreckIt's a message from GodIt's a message from GodIt's a message from GodIt is my dutyDynamiteEnd of the lineScreeching metalInjured criesBombs explodeUp through my spineI squeezeI pumpI... spray!Six years, Vienna jailShipped to Hungary, then in World War IIReleased, cos the army needsExperts for demolition teamsSome say that's how he diedWas he in Korea? No one knowsHave any trains wiped outNear a nursing home in your town?It is a message from GodThose with eyes shall seeThose with ears shall hearA prophecyTo the enemyThe world shall belongTo the childrenI've done my dutySo all you sexually totalitarian born-againAnd blue-nosey horney toadsRemember this:No matter how many books you banNo matter how many records you burnThe seeds of fertile fetishesAre planted at an early ageAnd some where out thereSome one amongst youMay at this very moment LUSTFor derailing trains-