The Dead Peddler - Hate Dept.

Brother on the street;

reach into your pocket, reach into mine

Speak to me narcotic god, in your temple, help me?

Save me?

Victory over you (trash man) is to see you dead

Dancing in your blood.

Glory in your pain

You are clean

We are clean

The peddler is dead, with a kicked in head

Weakness shows, when you see my eyes;

clear, confident and unafraid

Make your offer: extend your soul;

fading, sensual and inviting

Poison follows you cock-roach + you are next

Dancing in your blood.

Glory in your suffering

A dead peddler

After feeding on the young and weak, now you’re face down on the street

We are clean

You are clean

The dead peddler

The peddler is dead