Pleasure

How does it feel when we were wiser
Nose just like a fleshy antenna, seeking out unsavoury business
Perfectly happy with the future you've made, loss of light, corners we've gained

It's a pleasure
It's a pleasure

How does it feel when the clocks went back, lights went out and your eyes were open
Ferrero Rocher prostitutes, Primark debutantes in boots
Crisis in this male midriff, lost within these soiled wet lips

It's a pleasure
It's a pleasure

It's a pleasure
It's a pleasure