Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
IDLES
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lee Kiernan
Composer
Mark Bowen
Songwriter
Adam Devonshire
Composer
Joe South
Composer
Joe Talbot
Composer
Jon Beavis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Greenspan
Producer
Atom Greenspan
Producer
Nick Launay
Producer
Lyrics
Lover to the shithole!
A lot of nine-fingered boys in the village
They haven't got much choice in the village (yeah)
Model car, model wife, model village
Model farm, model wife, model village
They ain't too friendly in the village (in the village)
There's a tabloid frenzy in the village (don't bring the sun)
It's not a racist park in the village
Gotta drive half-cocked in the village
Model low crime rate in the village
Model race, model hate, model village
Got my head kicked in the village (whoa!)
There's a lot of pink skin in the village
Hardest man in the world in the village
He said he's got with every girl in the village
Take flight, take flight (la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la)
Model village
I beg your pardon
I don't care about your rose garden
I'm listening to the things you said (yeah)
You just sound like you're scared to death
(Yeah, I'm a fuckin' dragon)
Still not in love with the village
Homophobes by the ton in the village
A lot of overpriced drugs in the village
A lot of half-pint thugs in the village
Model car, model wife, model village
Model farm, model right, model village
I see a lot of gammon in the village
I don't see a lot happen in the village (nothing, nothings)
Just give them an anthem and they'll sing it
Still they don't know the meanings in it
Just saluting flags 'cause it's British
Idiot spirits think they're kindred
Model low crime rate in the village
Model race, model hate, model village
It feels like the village is self-pillaged
Still someone's making a killing (rrrra, killing)
Take flight, take flight (la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la)
Take flight
Model village (dragon!)
I beg your pardon
I don't care about your rose garden
I'm listening to the things you said
You just sound like you're scared to death
We have a perfect time
I beg your pardon
I don't care about your rose garden
I'm listening to the things you said
You just sound like you're scared to death
You gotta laugh as the curtain twitches
And the villagers bury their riches
But the village doesn't know what rich is
Just snitches snitching on snitches
Only one thing to do in the village
Just say toodle-do to the village
Toodle-fucking-do
Writer(s): Joseph Talbot, Adam Devonshire, Lee Kiernan, Jonathan Beavis, Mark Bowen, Joe South
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