Die Ballade von der Sexuellen Hörigkeit

Now there's one who's even Satan himself
The butcher: him! and all the others: calves!
The boldest dog! The worst pimp!
Who boils him down, who boils them all down? Women!
It doesn't ask if he wants to - he's ready.
That's sexual dependency.
He doesn't believe in the Bible, not in the Civil Code.
He thinks he's the biggest egoist.
Knows that when a man sees a woman, he's already off track.
And doesn't let any woman near him:
He shouldn't count his chickens before they hatch
Because before it's night, he's back up there.

Many a man saw many a man perish
A great spirit got stuck in a whore!
And those who witnessed it, no matter what they swore -
When they perished, who buried them? Whores!
It doesn't ask if he wants to - he's ready.
That's sexual dependency.
He sticks to the Bible! To the Civil Code!
He's a Christian and he's an anarchist!
At noon, he forces himself not to eat celery.
In the afternoon, he dedicates himself to an idea.
In the evening, he says: I'm going up.
But before it's night, he's back up there.

Now one is almost under the gallows
The lime is already bought to whitewash him.
His life hangs by a fragile thread.
And what's on the mind of the lad? Girls!
Already under the gallows, he's still ready.
That's sexual dependency.
He's already sold out, body and soul.
With her, he saw the thirty pieces of silver.
And now he begins to understand
That the woman's hole was the grave hole for him.
And he may rage against himself and rage -
But before it's night, he's back up there.