Well Measured Vice-The Correspondents

A political man, I am not But I can smell a scum that's spreading like dry rot Mounted on high horses here they come On their very own newly written rules of thumb From the ladies in the strip clubs To the men who sell you porn The puritanical thugs are out to shoot you down with scorn So much desire on display day to day It makes no sense to push the real display away. What is life, what is life, without well measured vice? Sweep it away, you'll pay the price. Your rights and wrongs are decided for you, They will pity and deplore you And assume that you are goods that Have been damaged in your journey As you traveled into sin, but the body As the site of sin is really wearing thin. Push it underground, what a surprise Be witness to a darker demise Into the hands of crooks who feed on bribes Be witness to a darker demise When will the politics of envy end? The moral police are out to cleanse, cleanse, cleanse. Say gay cabaret that might offend, So they'll grab another law which they can bend. At first I chose simply to ignore The many changes that they had in store, But now a cleanup operation's put in place, Well my friends this is one thing we must face. What is life, what is life, without well measured vice? Sweep it away, you'll pay the price. What is life, what is life, without well measured vice? Sweep it away, you'll pay the price.