Lyrics
the parable of the arable land
the honorable lamb
the lambness of a parallel hand
the handless frog
have you the time so i can fix my bike
you see, the spider´s stuck, brings harder luck
...but gets none
so see who sees good seas
for satisfactory sailing
your face is useless hands peeling
2 have left the building, 8 are stuck
2 kids play, not together but separate
it´s like a wire
sportification is not enough
it´s no longer accustomed to kill the squirrel
i wish for sport to end in death and grief
i wish for death to end in sport
filled with joy
mortification is not enough
you have to kick the ball
kick the ball
kick the ball away and off
