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      Som sy 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 bn   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