The Villagers

The villagers are out tonight, uptight and bored
They're pushing you underground
On wintry days, they stand and gaze
Outlined in black and ignorant
Villagers

Dark shadows house a sleepy malice
In the backbrain of everybody you meet
Man is the village animal
United by the glue of our loathsome qualities
We are sneaking, peeping toms
In revolt against each other

The villagers are most insane
They live to die anonymous and muted too
Villagers

In revolt against the other
But not against the rules
So in the space age
The village idiot rules
On TV for all to see
As some good men walk the streets
Unh unh unh unh unh, unh unh unh
The villagers

You can't get lost
You can't get lost
In the village of space
You can't get lost