The Pincher by Troubled Hubble Lyrics

**I'm definitely not sure of these lyrics...at all. so help? anyone?

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..........