In the shadowed dusk, he fades away
Leaving cursed souls to wither and decay
He takes no pity, only gold in his hand
Leaving shattered lives to crumble in the sand
Facts await
Amongst those battled few
Snake Oil Man, devil's kin
Leaves behind sorrow, drowns in sin
Pockets full, hearts left sore
Misery's his game, forevermore
He sets up shop, with a charming deceit
Selling empty dreams on a dim-lit street
With every sale, his fortune grows
While the town's light dims, and sorrow flows
He smiles as they falter, his heart void of guilt
Watching the ruin that his lies have built
A brief hesitation, a look to the skies
He will make no compromise
Amongst those battled kin
Potion Peddler, cold as ice
Leaves behind sorrow, never thinks twice
Misery's his game, forevermore
Misery's his game, forevermore
Hmm mmmm.hmm, hmm
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In the shadowed dusk, he fades away
Leaving cursed souls to wither and decay
He takes no pity, only gold in his hand
Leaving shattered lives to crumble in the sand
Facts await
Amongst those battled few
Snake Oil Man, devil's kin
Leaves behind sorrow, drowns in sin
Pockets full, hearts left sore
Misery's his game, forevermore
He sets up shop, with a charming deceit
Selling empty dreams on a dim-lit street
With every sale, his fortune grows
While the town's light dims, and sorrow flows
He smiles as they falter, his heart void of guilt
Watching the ruin that his lies have built
A brief hesitation, a look to the skies
He will make no compromise
Amongst those battled kin
Potion Peddler, cold as ice
Leaves behind sorrow, never thinks twice
Misery's his game, forevermore
Misery's his game, forevermore
Hmm mmmm.hmm, hmm
Leaving cursed souls to wither and decay
He takes no pity, only gold in his hand
Leaving shattered lives to crumble in the sand
Facts await
Amongst those battled few
Snake Oil Man, devil's kin
Leaves behind sorrow, drowns in sin
Pockets full, hearts left sore
Misery's his game, forevermore
He sets up shop, with a charming deceit
Selling empty dreams on a dim-lit street
With every sale, his fortune grows
While the town's light dims, and sorrow flows
He smiles as they falter, his heart void of guilt
Watching the ruin that his lies have built
A brief hesitation, a look to the skies
He will make no compromise
Amongst those battled kin
Potion Peddler, cold as ice
Leaves behind sorrow, never thinks twice
Misery's his game, forevermore
Misery's his game, forevermore
Hmm mmmm.hmm, hmm
Writer: Bart Grootswagers
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid