Ku prospěchu všech
1. I move on (Posouvám)
3. You! (Ty)
4. The house of playing cards (Dům z karet)
5. Counting out rhyme (En-Ten-Tý-Ky)
6. D-ark (T-ma)
7. Clan (Klan)
8. To the benefit of all (Ku prospěchu všech)
Recorded in summer 2001. (fekál/plech/prudez/zay)
I move on (Posouvám)
I move on I move on I move on Don´t know where Don´t know where
I move on
I grow myself I lie to myself I trust myself
Don´t know where But I move on
I´m not dust sparkling in eternity So much off hand, rather a fear of closeness And somebody with a club in his hand outside shouts: "I want freedom!" The fear I won´t be able to move from the spot gives me the creeps
The one who runs after you is you!
What are all those truths, which won´t live till tomorrow, for? What is impatience for us? To give up our own hopes Vicious might have died loudly enough But for you it´s no sign
The one who runs after you is you!
THE HOUSE OF PLAYING CARDS (Dům z karet)
The whole mental world Is like a house built of playing cards You strike fire with your tongue and it will burn down Like a falling drop street Like wings on the stage
I wanted to set them on fire To watch illusions burn The expression of glowing faces
Let assurance and habits burn I want to murder you only by word All of you, both fire-man and spies
On pink galleries Always only two can walk One makes his trace eternal And the other one does nothing
The logical world, like a pack of wild hounds Protects its trash in head We all are affraid But what are asbestos clothes good for?
Throw away your fucking diving suits This is not a three-person-trap On family bicycles Leave behind the little of the stuff, which you still possess Fuck all those who think How much is still there! How much we have sheltered! How much we have hidden!
COUNTING OUT RHYME (en-ten-tý-ky)
A little girl is running Is unlikely to escape The sight of a beast-of-prey Drove its claw in her
Then in silence she hangs here
It still hasn´t grown dark Maybe I´ll see with my heart More far than with my eyes When it grows dark an I´m alone in it
Who will prepare my final bill? Who´s the silent waiter, Who counts money here with knife in his hand Who euns after me himself?
It still hasn´t grown dark
This marvelous idea in the name of peace To do a blowjob to a stronger one Obediently and faithfully Break your piggy banks To be able to cast pink bombs
In a democratic and human way to start a new Vietnam It´s that the big Sam feels like drinking From the black puddle and we cover his back
Carnivorous flower So sniff at it toooo..
Our girl will praise us then and reward us with a bunch of human bones
An adulthood exam So without hesitation You know it must be so
You are welcome with pleasure By the strongest of all The eternal clan of death´s head and bones!!!
TO THE BENEFIT OF ALL (Ku prospěchu všech)
I don´t want ta save this stinking world To hiss in the language of the saviour again To trust a noose around my neck and survive the hangman. Life destroyed in the factoryto the benefit of all.
So stop asking which idea I have for you You could feel incomfortable
The watching beasts will do it for us This evening the sky of lead will fall down Crushed poor souls were comming back from the night shift
To donate blood for the police structure Squeeze your way to the cabinet seats Which will be blown up into the air too
Because the only thing I want to know about your fucking stinking work Is how to destroy it in the best way.
But before I do it by your nuclear weapon I will whisper to your children For which price you sold their lives.
The paranoid voice of advertisements will crush the remnants of people´s own judgement and the elite of sciencists and businessmen will build ladders Reaching as high as to the sky!
So I roar:
Attaboy, the social destruction!!!!