Searching for a well built eighteen- to thirty-year-old man, to slaughter.
The master butcher.
Today I will meet a guy
Who likes to eat me.
Smooth pieces and also hard ones
Are standing on the menu.
'Cause you are, what you eat
And you know what it is!
It is my part – no
My part – no
'Cause it is my part! – no
My part – no
The blunt blade, good and right,
I'm bleeding strong and I'm sick.
I have to fight against swooning,
But I keep eating with cramps.
It is so well spiced and so nicely flambéed
And so lovingly served on porcelain,
With it a good wine and tender candlelight,
Yeah, I take my time,
Some culture has to be!
'Cause you are, what you eat
And you know what it is!
It is my part – no
My part – no
'Cause it is my part! – no
Yes, it's my part – no
A scream will go unto the skies,
Cuts itself through a troop of angels,
Down from the skies are dropping flesh and feathers
Atop my childhood with shrieks.
It is my part – no
My part – no
'Cause it is my part! – no
My part – no