LYRICS

death sells well when there's grime on the street

wear the slime to your feet with bruised knuckles that beat

against hard wooden doors when you purchase a treat

from the man that sells meat down the old dirty lane

a dog died in pain memory lives again when your eating it's brain

at the meatshop down Dirty Lane

the man at the door has seen you coming before

so when he let you in he let you see the raw

meat he dropped on the floor and the dog ate it up

that dog is still alive in 5 weeks he is fucked

because when dogs his age reach the very last page

then their brains are all ready for your gut to get heavy

and the grimest hands only make small demands as a meagre

golden retriever makes you eager sick fuck good bad that is niether

ugly