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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Correspondents
The Correspondents
Performer
Featurecast
Featurecast
Remixer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Bruce
Ian Bruce
Composer
Tim Cole
Tim Cole
Composer

Songtexte

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 strip clubs
To the men who sell you porn
Puritanical thugs are out to shoot you down with scorn
So much desire on this playday 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 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
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
Written by: Ian Bruce, Tim Cole
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