the day Simon came to town he was riding a white pony Stetson deep in his face and the straitjacket wrapped loose around his hips people where staring at him this town was too small not to know him although no one saw for fifteen years in front of the saloon he stopped turned at the gathering crowd a water-pump-gun in his left one and yelled see me standing here I am Simon B. what a piece of meat still tranquilized but filled with kerosene and the rage of years not a trace of guilt I feel these days I'm here while I'm inside out now look at the ape you made of me I m here and I'm an angry loon I'm here mentally deficient man escaped the mental home police needs any information or help from the rural population to get him back in custody he is one meter eighty tall and has last been seen wearing a cowboy costume he might be confused and helpless there is no danger for anybody he is harmless and nonviolent no one can see me when I close my eyes no one can touch me because I'm never frightened your disgust moves me now I'm burning you're just another f**ing club I couldn't join you s** and I don't need to you s** you're beautiful and rich therefore I'm here to k** you you s** your own blood I'm out I'm out I'm out - laughter -