Well Measured Vice Lyrics - Puppet Loosely Strung - The Correspondents

A political man 

I am not 

But I can smell a scam that's spreading like dry rot 

Mounted on high horses here they come 

And their very own newly written rules of fun. 

From ladies in their strips clubs 

To the men that sell you porn 

Puritanical bugs 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. 

What is life, what is life 

Without well measured vice 

Sweep it away 

You'll pay the price. 

Your eyes are undecided for you 

They will be the end of you 

And assume with you 

Because every time machines journey has travelled in too soon 

Although the body and the sight of sin 

Is really wearing thin. 

Spruce it and a crown 

What a surprise 

We bring this to a darker demise 

And to the hands of crooks who beat on bribes 

Be witness to a darker demise. 

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. 

When will the politics of envy end? 

Moral police are out to cleanse, cleanse, cleanse 

Say gay cabaret 

That might offend 

So they'll grab it from the law 

Which they can bend. 

First I chose simply to ignore 

But the many changes that they had in store 

But now the cleanup operations 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.