[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
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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
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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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