Etatigruger's Song Lyrics

What a Fucking Drama
Listen! Grind the corpse
So will be tomorrow
Then them will be more
Your slowly body
Better than the whore
Easy! Mother's fucker
Relax on the floor
Relax!

I've beaten out to you teeth
Has broken wrists of hands
Broken ribs have pierced
Into your lung you're dead
The warm corpse is necessary
Dismember him for the present
I while shall go to wash the hands
They stick from blood on a leather

Now you're dead!
Now I'm bad
Now you're dead!
Now all of us bad!

Now you're dead!
Now we are bad!
Now you're dead!
We're simply hungry deads!