The ring of pictures apparently happy Like little yellow mustard jar Like hairy windows of my fruit-house And cornflakes flying from the sky We're going mad to the end We're going mad In a violet train In a violet train In a violet train A little lab for a transfer in time Red cadillac and thousand ballons Black lipstick's flying on the sky And cornflakes lying in my mind We're going mad to the end We're going mad In a violet train In a violet train In a violet train