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Sylvestre |
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MatuschkaSylvestre |
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MatuschkaOne 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 - |
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World War |
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IBusinessman |
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Family man"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 |
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GodIt's a message from |
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GodIt's a message from |
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GodIt is my duty |
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DynamiteEnd 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 squeezeI pump |
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I... spray! |
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Six years, |
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Vienna jail |
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Shipped to |
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Hungary, then in |
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World War |
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IIReleased, cos the army needs |
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Experts for demolition teams |
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Some say that's how he died |
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Was he in |
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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 |
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GodThose 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 ban |
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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 |
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LUSTFor derailing trains- |
