Well Measured Vice

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
 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 travelled 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
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 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 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