Coola fraser och ljudklipp (ordet sampling antyder att man har en sampler) till tuff bakgrund. Samma koncept upprepades senare på tyska i Schinkenbratkartoffelprojekt.
I smash my head against the wall
but it’s too soft and warm to inflict a pain
greater than that of the words you said
It’s the joy of depression, but I’m not satisfied
Black lakes are swirling around my head
The fishes floating on the surface
Blue light in the swollen landscape
The scarface sneaks silently outside your fence
The pytt i panna of lyrics
small words in the food-processor
The relaxation of selfishness
Digital watches – the burden on your back
The green-haired orange man is
swinging his heavy sledgehammer
towards the wall to break down a system
that feeds fed-up people
Life is not only tragedy
It’s also happiness and love
So don’t give up this fruitless crawl
You’ll maybe enjoy it some other day
Spinning around to the screaming beat
of thousands of bodies’ marching feet
It’s a sin to step on the ground
that belongs to itself – to no-one
Food, food, food. I find that torture
gives me such an apetite
The breasts of Sheeba – after you colonel Bockner