Vigilantes Of Love - Pleasure lyrics

Public service non-stop Thirty days for running down a traffic cop Now I'm fresh out of the slammer Got a new job running a jackhammer Darling see the shackle marks on my skin It's a sad commentary on the shape i'm in Pleasure it has been my Now i'm struck by how often Fountain pens are really nails in coffins Nice tie handshake Sign here we'll make you great I put the move on this woman named mortality She slapped me in the face with life's brevity Maybe I need a hobby Maybe a lobotomy Seems like every wrong choice Still small voice dies inside of me Now I'm starving and thirsting and I gotta repent But sometimes with dogs you gotta rub their nose in it