'Ne Leiche [English translation]

[Refrain:]

Shit! There's a dead body 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?

On my sofa there's a dead man

It wasn't me, and it wasn't my grandpa either

Shit! There's blood everywhere, but I didn't do it.

How will I get rid of it, does someone have a plan?

I was in the home-improvement shop, because I wanted to ask them

Whether they had a large box, something like a coffin

Or whether it's enough just to hack the body into peices

with the woodchiper in the garden or a motorsaw

And then invite my friends to a barbecue

There's meat for everyone, come-eat up in peace

Or I'll build a winter garden and pour it in the concrete

Or build a rocket and send it to the moon.

Ey, I'll leave it the freezer, since no one can see it there.

And then I'll take it out in winter and build a snowman out of it.

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[Sido]

I wake up with a headache

My whole bed is wet

I don't remember anything

I think I blacked out last night

I say: Dear day, please don't get worse.

But on the way to the bathroom there's a body in the middle of the floor.

What the heck is this? Will he explain?

What is this ass thinking?

Laying around here, as if I killed him, but it wasn't me.

Tell me, does he really have to paint the floor red with his blood?

How could he just die? I have to get rid of him

So, return to sender, your letter has a corpse attached.

Or cut you a piece of him off in my butcher shop.

I'll put him with the bums under the bridge, they won't bother him

Or send him to the statues in Body Worlds

I don't think Copperfield or Uri Geller would be interested

Na, I'll just put him with the others in my basement

People come, corpses go, that's life

Then back to the bar as if nothing happened

[Refrain]

I know I didn't do it, but no one will believe me

So I'm coming up with a plan

I'll send it to Afghanistan, away to Iraq

No one will notice it there, people die there in bunches every day

I'll send it to Parliament with the parcel service

Because every politician has bodies in their basement

I'll wait until the next rampage and then place it in the auditorium

No one will notice it between Max and Laura

I just googled, organs can make a lot of money

I'll sell the body parts, each piece will bring a banknote

[Refrain]

But the solution is always closer than you think

I'll just wait until my neighbor's asleep

Then I'll creep quietly into his house

And then I'll just lay the body on his couch.

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• Artist:SDP
• Album:Kontrastprogramm