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 back brain of every body 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 to 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, unh, unh

The villagers, argh
You can't get lost, you can't get lost
In the village of space
You can't get lost