Three souls under the firmament,
Great thirst and little money
Three friends under the roof of clouds,
Lying awake for hours already
Sweat covers the wet skin,
The cramping muscles get louder
A fourth man soon stops by,
Asking if there might be a little place for him?
[Chorus]
Come on, come on
My best friend is rotating on the skewer
Come on, come on
I killed him last night
Come on, come on
My best friend is rotating on the skewer
Come on, come on
I sawed him up last night
The three of them, having the chance,
Are quite willing to share,
A hammer and a little knife
Should come in handy
They offer him a little place
So that he can warm himself up,
He would have been better off not asking,
Then there would have been no casualties
[Chorus]
Come on, come on
My best friend is rotating on the skewer
Come on, come on
I killed him last night
Come on, come on
My best friend is rotating on the skewer
Come on, come on
I sawed him up last night
The hammer now flies through the wind,
Falls swiftly down unto his skull
The rusty old little knife
Roams in his insides
[Chorus]
Come on, come on
My best friend is rotating on the skewer
Come on, come on
I killed him last night
Come on, come on
My best friend is rotating on the skewer
Come on, come on
I sawed him up last night
Come on, come on...
Come on, come on...