Hymn from a Village

This song's make-up, made second rate

Cosmetic music, powderpuff

Pop tunes, false rhymes, all lightweight bluffs

Second-hand ideas, no soul, no hate

Wasn't meant to be built on complacency

The nightmares ride away

When you refuse to play

Or go and read a book

It's so much more worthwhile

Being a songsmith crook

Study death in style

Death in style

This language used, it's all worn out

A walking corpse that won't play dead

Disease dragged on from bed to bed

Pay for your twist, paid for your shout

Wasn't meant to be built on complacency

Open your eyes and see that lie is not for real

Raise a rope to a knife

Cut it out, the liar

Don't want to decay

Take the shortcut way

Or go and read a book

It's so much more worthwhile

Being a songsmith crook

Study death in style

Study death in style

Heard you calling through the drum beat

Answer with sticks and bones

Scream and shout and dance around the campfire

You can hear the question, can you feel the reply?

Heard you calling through the drum beat

Heard you calling through the drum beat

Can you hear the question, feel the reply?

Can you hear the question, feel the reply?

Hymn from a village

The hymn from a village

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