Morning bus
Evening tram
Isn’t it the same… isn’t it the same?

Your closed eyes on a hot red seat
Your handsome body stretched out like meat
Isn’t it the same, isn’t it the same, still the same?

Morning bus
Evening tram
Go under water down into the dam

I’d fall in love with you
But I’ve got one small problem you know
I go under water into the dam

But if you don’t mind
Just take my arm
Hook into mine
like the last time

But if you don’t mind
Just take my arm
Hook into mine
And we’ll go to drown

Morning girls
Evening boys
All look like toys
Making noise
Hi, ciao, ahoj

Morning bus
At 7 o’clock
An old ugly brunette
****** my ****
I know it is just a toy
a toy making noise

Freezing morning
Warm night
The way seen
Is not quite bright

Upon an eye fallen profiles of things
Upon a tongue cut out shadows that shrinks
The road having been gone
Is not yet quite bright

But if you don’t mind
Just take my arm
Hook into mine
like the last time

But if you don’t mind
Just take my arm
Hook into mine
And we’ll go to drown

— some 1996 or 1997 in Brno