Strike While The Iron Is Hot Vigilantes of Love

[Verse 1]
There's a poor man in my gutter, Mr. Three-Piece at my window
Cut to the core of the problem, but he hung up the phone
These days I feel so impotent, these days I'm so depressed
I got hate mail coming to my door via Federal Express

[Chorus 1]
One thing Daddy told me, and I think about it a lot
He said, "Son you've got to strike while the iron is hot"

[Verse 2]
There's a blind dog ambling down the side of the road
Most folks around here, they drive pretty slow
Now I don't know whether to weep, and I don't know whether to laugh
But that hound dog and destiny swerved into my path

[Chorus 1]
One thing Daddy told me, and I think about it a lot
He said, "Son you've got to strike while the iron is hot"

[Verse 3]
My friend Jonny drives a bread truck, he's in love with the metaphor
He's been reading lots of books about the rise and fall of culture
Making his observations, he's got notebooks full of them
And he's gonna do something drastic, and I cannot say I blame him