Godflesh - Streetcleaner

Artist: Godflesh
Release: Streetcleaner

1. Like Rats

You breed, like rats

Don’t look back

Fade out

Don’t look back
You were dead from the beginning

2. Christbait Rising

Don’t hold me back
This is my own hell
Christbait, slugbait
Rise and bring you down

Christbait rising
In your own mind
Christbait rising
Bleed dry mankind

3. Pulp

When on my own
I feel free
I can refuse

Arms wait enfold
Nothing left for me



4. Dream Long Dead

Smoke-filled room
Blank clean screen
Soft (fragile)
(Take this down)

Easing flame
Time’s run out
Remove this shell
Of the dream long dead

Dream long dead

5. Head Dirt

You can crush me
As I speak
Write on rocks
What you feel

Don’t call my name
Call your name
Like the head dirt
In my dreams

Now feel this

6. Devastator

Truth misuser
Death dealer

There has to be someone killed

7. Mighty Trust Krusher

I need this, I need you
On your knees
And we’ll pray
Together now

Mighty trust crusher

I need this, it’s in my heart
I love you, my trust is evermore

Hate me, tread on me
And you taught me, and finally slay me now

8. Life Is Easy

Our life
My life
Is expendable
What do you care?
Life is money
Profit is non
Money is life
Profit is null

Life is debt
Is dead
Is debt
Is dead
Life is money
Life is death
Is dead

9. Streetcleaner

Vision, escape
Vision, this feels right

Hell is where I lie
Now take the power
When we all die

We all die

10. Locust Furnace

The earth froze up
One dead, pale world
And you’ll swing from the reaping hook hearth
And you’ll die by a reaping hook hearth

Locust, locust
Furnace, furnace

Corruption in the goat herd
Flesh crumbles in the real world

My furnace
The locust furnace

Earth, earth
Furnace, furnace

11. Tiny Tears

From where we stand
From where I stand
I feel the sorrow
I feel the sorrow

The world shall shed
The world shall shed
A tiny tear
Your tiny tears


The world shall shed
The world shall shed
A tiny tear
Your tiny tears

12. Wound

Survival in buildings
Stand still, shut-in
Streets are empty
The miserable trails

You move with such grace
You must be silent
The prayer ruse
I’m dying from the wound

13. Dead Head

Dying ocean, dead head
Watching the figures
March without soul
Observe the pages
Safe place
Without your sky

Full of me
Full of me
Dying ocean, dead head
Watchin’ all the figures
Walk without soul
Without soul
Without soul

14. Suction

We are baptised
We are in camps
We’ve skin down to our knee
We don’t like you ’round me

I’m forever trapped in doubt
Burn our liver, trapped in doubt
We’ve skin down to me
We won’t let you ’round me