The bell rings vehemently
The post will vary the while to granny
She is rushing to the wicket
And she is looking forward to a white letter
She is taking by the handle and
opening the wicket
She is beholding the postman Radek at the doorstep
Radek, little Radek, what do you have for me?
you will give me a letter from my daughter, won't you?
Oh granny, be sure that I will
- he answers kindly
He is reaching for a letter in
the satchel and giving it to her
He gives thanks for thanks
But suddenly he is asking her
Granny, I have a little request to you
I want to poop, can I come in?
Of course - come in
In the latrine he has put out a knife from the satchel
He was so fascinated
That he puckered the eyebrows
Now he is stealling to the cottage
And ragely stabbing the granny
The blood is splashing on tiles,
On the stove and on the baskets
He enjoyed her as a swine
What will he do with this filth?
As usual
He is jacking off
He must also catch
He must also satch the morning post
Music & Lyrics by Humanoid (Josef Veselý)
Performed by !T.O.O.H.! (The Obliteration of Humanity)
hailing from the Czech Republic
from their 1999 debut album, From Higher Will
Lyrics copied out of the booklet
(preserving misspellings and broken English),
underlined emphasis mine.