Listen to me, you scum and human vermin,
This is the Street Cleaner who speaks to you,
I’m in your neighbourhood,
So boys and girls, be good,
For if you’re bad, who knows what I may do?
How mitigate you, Mr Pusher Man,
Before I slit your throat?
Was this a one-off, or were you inchoate?
Have you a wife, three starving kids to feed?
Or are you a nice person
Who’s doing this to ease financial tension?
What say you, lady walker of the night?
Dateline: Los Angeles, May 12th: approximately 6pm this evening, the ninth victim of the homicidal maniac who calls himself the Street Cleaner was found bound, gagged and shot thru the back of the head.
God made the world, and made it beautiful,
The vast majority are decent people,
The whores, the pimps, the pushers, child molesters,
Almost a year now I’ve been at my business,
There’s far too much perversion and corruption,
So if you are a pusher or a hooker,
Listen to me, you scum and human vermin,
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Why are you on the street?
Is it to feed your children, make ends meet?
What say you as my fingers grip your neck?
You’re no Lady Macbeth?
You think that matters? Draw your final breath!
Victim identified as Stephen Willard, male, white, 32 years of age,
known homosexual prostitute.
Police were called to an apartment...
The fallen angel Lucifer made sin,
And since the world began, Man’s had a choice:
Seek God, or turn your back on him.
Kind gentle folk, God-fearing folk and true;
A small minority are foul, and evil;
These are the ones whom I pursue.
Those who corrupt good citizens with porn,
I hunt them down, and trap them in a corner;
Such lowlife are beyond reform.
I am a servant of the Lord, Our God;
There are a lot of people who support me,
Though many think my methods odd.
And general immorality about,
But since I started work it’s eased off greatly:
I track the vermin...rub them out.
(I don’t care who you are or what’s your name),
You’d best get out of town,
Because while I’m around,
I’m hunter-executioner: you’re game;
And I kill without pity,
Because to me you filth are all the all the same.
This is the Street Cleaner who speaks to you,
I’m in your neighbourhood,
So boys and girls, be good,
For if you’re bad, who knows what I may do?