Mein Teil - Rammstein, Pet Shop Boys

Suche gut gebauten Achtzehn- bis Dreißigjährigen zum Schalchten

Der Metzgermeister

Huete treff ich einen Herrn

Der hat mich zum Fressen gern

Weiche Teile und auch harte

stehen auf der Speisekarte

Denn du bist

was du isst

und ihr wisst

was es ist

Es ist mein teil — nein

Mein Teil — nein

Denn das ist mein teil — nein

Mein Teil — nein

Die stumpfe Klinge — gut und recht

Ich blute stark und mir ist schlecht

Muss ich auch mit der Ohnmacht kämpfen

ich esse weiter unter Krämpfen

Ist doch so gut gewürzt

und so schön flambiert

und so liebevoll auf Porzellan serviert

Dazu ein guter Wein und zarter

kerzenschein

Ja da lass ich mir Zeit

Etwas Kultur muss sein

Denn du bist

was du isst

und ihr wisst

was es ist

Es ist mein teil — nein

Mein Teil — nein

Denn das ist mein teil — nein

Yes it’s mein teil — nein

Ein Schrei wird zum himmel fahren

schneidet sich durch engelscharen

Vom Wolkendach fällt Federfleisch

auf meine kindheit mit gekreish

Es ist mein teil — nein

Mein Teil — nein

Denn Das ist mein teil — nein

Mein Teil — nein

Looking for a well-built eighteen to thirty-year-old to be slaughtered

The Master Butcher

Today i will meet a gentleman

He likes me so much he could eat me up

soft things and even hard ones

are on the menu

Because you are

what you eat

and you know

what it is

It is my thing — no

My thing — no

Because that’s my thing — no

My thing — no

The dull blade — good and proper

I’m bleeding heavily and feeling sick

Although I have to fight to stay awake

I keep eating while in convulsions

It’s just so well seasoned

and so nicely flambéed

and so lovingly served on porcelain

and with it, a good wine and gentle candlelight

Yeat, I’ll take my time

You’ve got to have some culture

Because you are

what you eat

and you know

what it is

It is my thing — no

My thing — no

Because that’s my thing — no

Yes it’s my thing — no

A cry will ascend to heaven

It will cut through hosts of angels

Feather-flesh will shriekingly fall

from the top of the clouds into my childhood

It is my thing — no

My thing — no

Because that’s my thing — no

My thing — no

Looking for well built eighteen to thirty year olds to battle

the butcher

I meet a gentleman

He likes to eat me

Soft parts and also hard ones

are on the menu

Because you are

what you eat

and you know

what is it

It's my part - No

My part - no

Because that's my part — no

My part - no

The blunt blade — well and good

I'm bleeding profusely and I'm sick

Do I have to struggle with fainting too?

I keep eating while cramping

It's so well seasoned

and so beautifully flambéed

and so lovingly served on porcelain

Accompanied by a good wine and more delicate

candlelight

Yes, I'll take my time

There has to be some culture

Because you are

what you eat

and you know

what is it

It's my part - No

My part - no

Because that's my part — no

Yes it's my part — no

A scream will go to heaven

cuts through crowds of angels

Feather meat falls from the cloud roof

to my childhood with screeching

It's my part - No

My part - no

Because this is my part — no

My part - no

Looking for a well-built eighteen to thirty-year-old to be slaughtered

The Master Butcher

Today I want to meet a gentleman

He likes me so much he could eat me up

soft things and even hard ones

are on the menu

Because you are

what you eat

and you know

what it is

It is my thing — no

My things — no

Because that's my thing — no

My things — no

The dull blade — good and proper

I'm bleeding heavily and feeling sick

Although I have to fight to stay awake

I keep eating while in convulsions

It's just so well seasoned

and so nicely flambéed

and so lovingly served on porcelain

and with it, a good wine and gentle candlelight

Yeat, I'll take my time

You've got to have some culture

Because you are

what you eat

and you know

what it is

It is my thing — no

My things — no

Because that's my thing — no

Yes it's my thing — no

A cry will ascend to heaven

It will cut through hosts of angels

Feather-flesh will shriekingly fall

from the top of the clouds into my childhood

It is my thing — no

My things — no

Because that's my thing — no

My things — no