Dirty Business!


Angry! Angry! Angry!

Offsprings of people and market forces!

Out and featching from the death Street

Here life is money and death a thief…

Scream with joy, you swim in blood

Of many a tender soul

That couldn’t take it anymore…

Empty eyes and mirthless smiles

Quite simply in massacres you deal

Her soft erotic touch you feel…

!I am not a sleepwalker!

Out of these lies I choose my share

Ha! Fuckers! I just ain’t here!

You blood curdling screams of pain

To which you turn a deaf ear

You sufferers of fatal joy

I the filthy one can hear!

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