It's 8 p.m. I go to work
Well I'm a special kind of jerk
Need no bureau and no machine
Just got a knife in my blue jeans
I take a tube in the underground
I travel night and night around
I'm hunting people I need the meat
It's for the food for a big [bad word] and get ya!
Hey you, hey you
You're on a meattrain at midnight
My master lives under the town
He's a blob - big fat and brown
Yeah man you're right he is the cheat
And he just eats human meat
Dead men hang in front of me
I chop them really professionally
I do my job I'm proud to be
The butcher of Berlin's society