Pleasure
Vigilantes of Love Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Vigilantes of Love's song "Pleasure" tells a story of a man who had just been released from prison after serving thirty days for running down a traffic cop. He got a new job running a jackhammer, but his experience behind bars had left him with shackle marks on his skin, an indication of the sad shape he is in. The man seems to be struggling to find pleasure and meaning in his life.


He reflects on how often things that appear positive or uplifting, like fountain pens and nice handshakes, can turn out to be the cause of disappointment and defeat, like nails in a coffin. He tries to find pleasure in life by making moves on a woman named mortality, but she slaps him in the face with the brevity of life. The man has made many wrong choices and his conscience is dying inside him. He is starving and thirsting for something genuine and he resolves to repent, but acknowledges that sometimes, it takes tough love to make dogs learn a lesson.


In summary, the song is a thought-provoking commentary on the human condition and an expression of the struggle to find pleasure and purpose in the midst of life's challenges.


Line by Line Meaning

Public service non-stop
I was constantly out doing something for others


Thirty days for running down a traffic cop
I was put in jail for a month for accidentally hitting a police officer with my car


Now I'm fresh out of the slammer
I have just been released from jail


Got a new job running a jackhammer
I have started a new job as a construction worker


Darling see the shackle marks on my skin
I still have physical scars from being in jail


It's a sad commentary on the shape i'm in
It is a reflection of my current state of mind


Pleasure it has been my
I have always sought pleasure as a means of self-medication


Now i'm struck by how often
I am realizing how frequently


Fountain pens are really nails in coffins
Little things can lead to one's own demise


Nice tie handshake
Pleasantries that only mask the true intentions of others


Sign here we'll make you great
The promise of success that is not always fulfilled


I put the move on this woman named mortality
I attempted to ignore the fact that my time on earth is limited


She slapped me in the face with life's brevity
I was confronted with the reality of death


Maybe I need a hobby
Perhaps I need a healthy distraction


Maybe a lobotomy
Perhaps I need to undergo a drastic change in order to feel better


Seems like every wrong choice
It feels like I can never make the right decision


Still small voice dies inside of me
My conscience is struggling to stay alive


Now I'm starving and thirsting and I gotta repent
I am in a state of desperation and I need to make amends for my wrongdoing


But sometimes with dogs you gotta rub their nose in it
Sometimes you have to confront people with the harsh reality of their situation




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