The Traffic Guard lyrics

My hands are dressed in the jammed sleeves of these dirty streets Keep an eye on the light, lucky blind men, crazy kids You're absurd in saying it's a place that you can like Don't you trust my fake smile, it means: Would you take a hike? It's not me who directs you Is not it you who's pulling strings? With these different points of view It doesn't change the wretched state of things Honking at the crowd, getting out of market square Don't you hurry, stupid, your roads don't lead anywhere Reflex search for refuge where in fact it can't be found Waste men keep on streaming like waste water underground Actually I'm fed up with it I wash my hands; then I just have To get rid of all this shit You can keep my straitjacket for yourself