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von SDP

How's it going? Should I open the damn coffin?
Okay, woah, dude, what's that?
Oh 'n shit, man
It's just a, it's a, it's a
It's just a corpse
How's it going? Hey fatty, what's up DJ?
What did that egghead do now?
Shall we dispose of the body together? Wooh

Shit, there's a corpse in my basement
It wasn't me, but I can't prove it
Shit, there's blood everywhere, but I didn't do it
How do I get rid of it, does anyone have a plan?
There's a dead man lying on my couch
It wasn't me and it wasn't my grandpa either
Damn, there's blood everywhere, but I didn't do it
How do I get rid of him, does anyone have a plan?


I'm going to the hardware store, because I want to ask them
If they don't have a big box, something like a coffin
Or if it's enough if I just dismantle her
With the shredder in the garden or the chainsaw
And then I'll invite my friends over for a barbecue
There's meat for everyone, come on, dig in
Or I'll build a winter garden and pour her in concrete
Or build a rocket and shoot her to the moon
Hey, I'll put her in the freezer
Because no one can see her there, oh oh oh
And I'll take her out in the winter
And build a snowman out of her, oh oh oh
One two three four

Shit, there's a corpse in my basement
It wasn't me, but I can't prove it
Shit, there's blood everywhere, but I didn't do it
How do I get rid of it, does anyone have a plan?
There's a dead body lying on my couch
It wasn't me and it's not my grandpa either
Shit, there's blood everywhere, but I didn't do it
How do I get rid of it, does anyone have a plan?


I know I didn't do it, but no one will believe me
So I'm making a plan
I'll send them to Afghanistan, Syria, Iraq
It won't even be noticed there, masses die every day
I'll send them to the Bundestag, with the parcel delivery guy
Because every politician has skeletons in their closet
Wait until the next school shooting and deposit them in the auditorium
It won't even be noticed there between Max and Laura
And then I googled it, organs bring in money
A lot of money? Shut your mouth
I'll sell the individual parts
I'll make a banknote out of each part

Shit, there's a corpse in my basement
It wasn't me, but I can't prove it
Shit, there's blood everywhere, but I didn't do it
How do I get rid of it, does anyone have a plan?
There's a dead body lying on my couch
It wasn't me and it's not my grandpa either
Damn, there's blood everywhere, but I didn't do it
How do I get rid of it, does anyone have a plan?

Oh, I see, ah
Oh no, we're such idiots, man
This is the last show
And we forgot to dispose of the body
Shit, we can't just throw it in here now
We can't do that, not just like that
Yeah, well, I would throw it in
But I've seen there's an awful lot of police here
Even in front of the venue
Everything's full of cops, dude
Yeah, just look
If I throw it in here now, right
And the police come, what would you do?
I would run away, of course.
Yeah, you're always, you're always, yeah, great.
Smart guy, just look how many people are here.
How are they supposed to run away?
That's right, that could become a security problem.
Maybe we just need to do a little security drill.
We need to do a security drill.
Exactly, so you just form a security lane.
Split up, don't worry, split up.
Once in the middle, all the way to the back.
All the way to the mixing console and even further.
Split up once, split up, split up.
Split up.
Divide once, we divide.
Otherwise, splitting up is always so much easier than sticking together.
Now let's split up.
Even behind the mixing console, a show like this.
Other bands call it "Wall of Death".
That's nonsense, "Wall of Death", it's a safety exercise.
It's a safety exercise, it's for your safety, okay?
When the police come and the song starts again
Then you run towards each other brutally carefully
So with a lot of strength but very tenderly and lovingly
You run towards each other
Reserved but intensely
The big ones watch out and the little ones step on the gas a little
So you watch out for each other, you look out for each other, okay?
We don't want any real corpses here.
Oh, I can already hear the police, wait a minute.
Three, two, one.

Shit, there's a corpse in my basement
It wasn't me, but I can't prove it
Shit, there's blood everywhere, but I didn't do it
How do I get rid of it, does anyone have a plan?
There's a dead body lying on my couch
It wasn't me and it wasn't my grandpa either
Shit, there's blood everywhere, but I didn't do it
How do I get rid of it, does anyone have a plan?

Thank you, goodbye.