Sylvestre Matuschka Lyrics - The Last Temptation Of Reid - Lard

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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