Pleasureland

Hey man, it’s getting old
All those stories in the news
They make me ask for more
I’ve walked on a landing strip
In the frozen north
Ice in blood
Hackles are up all ready for you
Fight me
I drew on a face for you
And I grew new legs for you
I couldn’t work for wages, not on my knees
I might’ve liked it if I watched TV
And just for want of a much better idea
I want you to fight me
Tell me what you want, I’ve already found it
In pleasureland there’s a pleasure man to fight
Tell me what you got, I’ve already bought it
In pleasureland there’s a pleasure man to fight