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