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 cockroach you are next Dancing in your blood. Glory in your suffering A dead peddler After feeding on the young and weak, now youre face down on the street We are clean You are clean The dead peddler The peddler is dead
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