Troubled Hubble — The Pincher lyrics

Lyrics

I just love it when the mailman comes
The pincher never writes
The pincher only runs down my chin
And up through my moustache
It’s quite a disguise
Mostly it looks fantastic
Every time I get surprised
By the size of the pinch mark on your thighs
And the? stayed up later
Than it ever should have
And everyone’s baiting their hooks
And nothing’s biting
Like we’re all dying
And the good thing is close
Unless it’s grinded
I just love it when the mailman comes
The pincher never writes
Runs down my street
Almost every winter
What is a pincher?
What is a pincher, yeah?
It is…