Well Measured Vice - Original

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 their s*rip clubs
To the men who sell you p*rn
Puritanical thugs are out to shoot you down with scorn
So much desire on this play day today
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 rights and wrongs 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

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?
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